Demon? Nightmare?

Jiang Wang flew rapidly through the torrential rain.

Rumble.

Thunder and lightning tore across the sky.

Raindrops lashed against his body, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminated his expressionless face.

He was soaked to the bone by the cold rain, not even thinking to use his Dao Essence to ward it off. His mind was heavy with thoughts.

The world was pitch black, the surroundings dim and desolate.

On this night of pouring rain, he felt a cold, biting loneliness.

Killing Dong A should have brought him a sense of relief.

Especially since Dong A, as the Vice Chancellor of the Zhuang Kingdom, was a core figure holding down the rear; his assassination would likely impact the entire war between the Zhuang and Yong Kingdoms.

When that time came, Zhuang Gaoxian, Du Ruhui, and Huangfu Duanming might all end up dead!

Yet at the same time, the three hundred thousand Zhuang soldiers fighting on the Yong front would likely not have many survivors either.

Jiang Wang's heart was filled with conflict.

And he did not feel relieved at all.

Dong A was the only teacher he had ever truly acknowledged, from the initial distance and awe to the eventual placing of his trust.

He had been incredibly firm in his resolve to kill Dong A, and in the end, he had indeed killed him with his own hands.

But there was no sense of relief.

Rain lay ahead, rain lay behind, and his heart felt empty.

As he tore through the gale and rain, the entire world seemed to consist only of the sound of falling water, drowning out even his own heartbeat.

At this moment, he missed Jiang An'an immensely. While he drifted on the periphery of the world, Jiang An'an had become his only tether to reality.