Nan Zhi looked at Jing Mu'an, the images of the night the Nan family was massacred once again appeared before her eyes.
The black mist surrounding her grew denser, and the mark on her forehead burned like fire.
Jing Mu'an's face changed drastically, "Zhizhi, don't!"
No sooner had he spoken than a ferocious, resentful howl burst forth from Nan Zhi's body, quickly spreading throughout the entire city.
She wanted all the people in the world to join the Nan family in death!
The screams of the terrified people were like needles, piercing Jing Mu'an's heart.
He gripped the Heavy Sword tightly, "Zhizhi, don't continue down the wrong path, those people are innocent..."
"Innocent?" Nan Zhi laughed in despair, tears streaming down her face, "Jing Mu'an, if those people are innocent, were the people of my Nan family not innocent?"
