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An Jing quietly watched the Great Grandmaster before him, who had fallen into madness, and remained silent.
Trapped in a sealed space without the passage of time, without sunlight or water, without food, surviving barely on nature's spiritual energy, the person's heart was tormented. On the surface, they appeared to be a living person, but inside, they had long become a terrifying monster.
Nan Weiping growled lowly, "The hatred in my heart can't be fully articulated."
An Jing slowly said, "Although I don't know who trapped you here, nearly a thousand years have passed in the outside world, and that person has already turned into a handful of dust."
Hearing this, Nan Weiping's expression suddenly froze, and her blood-red eyes glinted with a hint of cold light. "Yes, he's dead, but he left me to endure the pain of these endless lonely years. That's why I want to destroy the Demon Sect, to obliterate any trace of him left in this world."
