The heavy atmosphere made Nan Fenglan somewhat uncomfortable. After composing herself, she looked at Xiang Yang in surprise and saw the sorrow and grief in his eyes.
Such a Xiang Yang was truly rare—or rather, Nan Fenglan had never seen him like this before.
The Xiang Yang she knew was powerful, heroic, decisive, ruthless, possessed of far too many qualities that made a man exceptional. Yet because he was too much of a man, he seemed somewhat heartless. But now, had this heartless man revealed the weary look of one who had feelings? And why?
Nan Fenglan was very curious. Then she suddenly recalled secretly going to see Di Jiang today, being threatened, the small vial of unknown poison in her hand, the killing intent lingering around Xiang Yang, and the news he had revealed—that the Tiger King had been slaughtered. Could it be...?
At that thought, Nan Fenglan's heart seized up, as though a pair of powerful hands had clenched it viciously. All vitality drained from her, and even breathing seemed to become difficult.
The radiance slowly faded from her bright, colorful eyes, leaving behind only wordless silence and the grief of someone about to lose everything.
"You know already?"
Those brief six words seemed to exhaust all her strength. Nan Fenglan was now so fragile that a gust of wind could knock her down. She swayed on the verge of collapse, yet still clung to her last shred of hope, wishing she had merely been mistaken.
"That's right, I know. I was following you all along. I saw Di Jiang, and after you left, I killed both Di Jiang and the Tiger King. So the poison in your hand should be useless now."
Xiang Yang opened his mouth and considered many things. In the end, he merely recounted