If Xiang Yang had been willing to take her, Nan Fenglan would even have been willing to abandon her hatred and remain by his side, living a peaceful life, guarding him for all her days.
But Xiang Yang had rejected her.
Thus, only hatred remained in her world. She was willing to give everything to take revenge on the Human Demon Sect Master—for the sincere heart she had offered being ruthlessly trampled beneath his feet, for the finest years of her life being wasted away, for the pitiful child yet unborn being killed by its heartless father.
She was now like a drowning person, able only to clutch tightly at Xiang Yang, her sole remaining hope. Beyond her faith in him, there was even more of a woman's attachment, deep in her heart, to the man she loved.
Faced with Nan Fenglan's tragically beautiful face, helpless gaze, and longing that seemed to rise from the depths of her soul, Xiang Yang simply could not refuse.
He had once wanted to save Nan Xiaoru, but at that time, Nan Xiaoru had already resolved to die, and he had been powerless. Now, however, he had the ability, and he also wished to save Nan Fenglan.
"You want me to help you kill the Human Demon Sect Master?"
"That's right. I want to kill him, but I can't do it. I know you can. You attained the Dao at such an age, far surpassing any martial artist alive today. You will only grow stronger in the future. You are my only remaining hope. For this, I am willing to pay any price."
"Fine. Then I'll help you kill him. But remember, this isn't you begging me—it's me helping you. Friends are supposed to help each other, aren't they?
"However, after the Human Demon