Violence, bloodlust...
Ning Xiaochuan felt that he was about to be consumed by this urge to destroy everything.
If he had not comprehended the existence of obsession, his mind would likely have been controlled by now, turning him into a madman who knew only slaughter and destruction.
For three full days and nights, Ning Xiaochuan suppressed those frenzied thoughts.
Three days later, he finally regained consciousness.
The moment he woke, he noticed the delicate body lying atop him. From Ning Xiaochuan's angle, he could see only an alluring back. Jet-black hair spilled down over smooth, ivory-white shoulders, creating a unique beauty that seemed both inviting and shy. Two long, slender legs, bare of even a thread, rested lightly upon Ning Xiaochuan's body.
When his gaze moved upward and he saw only her profile, Ning Xiaochuan immediately sucked in a breath, crying out inwardly, "Huh, this is..."
Slowly rising, Ning Xiaochuan supported the woman sprawled over him. His expression became increasingly strange.
Because the woman lying naked against him was none other than his master, Sui Hanyu.
Yet at this moment, Sui Hanyu's aura was so weak that she was practically no different from a corpse.
Ning Xiaochuan hurriedly got up, took off his clothes, draped them over Sui Hanyu, then gathered her into his arms. Her soft, petite body felt in his embrace as though he were holding a little girl.
Only after holding Sui Hanyu did Ning Xiaochuan raise his head and look into the distance.
At the place where Sui Hanyu had originally been sealed, the iron sword was still standing exactly where it had been. Ning Xiaochuan had merely pulled it out slightly; otherwise, nothing had changed at all.
What terrified Ning Xiaochuan even more was that beside the iron sword, Sui Hanyu's figure was still standing