Jing Liangmu never felt that he had done anything wrong. For the past thirty years, he had been striving, and revenge had become his sole purpose.
His life was all about revenge; there was never anything else.
All these years, he had been living like this. He was used to it, used to the loneliness, used to bearing everything, fulfilling the promise he made when he joined the Nine Saint Demon Sect back then.
Yet the appearance of one person changed everything.
For more than a week now, he had been receiving news one after another about the massacres at the Nine Saint Demon Sect's branches nationwide, and the headquarters.
The Nine Saint Demon Sect was gone, destroyed by Yang Fan. New grudges were added to old, and he could momentarily put aside Qingmu Temple's old bald donkey; Yang Fan was now his primary target.
