Nan Fang looked at the old master and sneered. 'After those parasites left that old man's body, he has even recovered his voice.'
However, his voice was hoarse and somewhat hard to hear because he had not spoken for a long time.
Unfortunately… It was too late.
If he was woken up earlier, perhaps he could still save his Nan family...
Now, the entire Nan family was controlled by Nan Fang; even the old master's loyal men had long died.
No one could stop Nan Fang.
"I'll see who dares to touch my daughter again!" The old master stumbled, but his back was firm, and his gaze was as stern as a sword just as it was back then. "Nan Fang, I thought you were pitiful and gifted, so I had adopted you as my son. But I never thought you were such an ungrateful villain!
