"Ninth Master!" Lu Feng called out.
If the Ninth Master had already gone mad and had to kill someone now, Lu Feng would rather be the one killed, not the young lady.
His voice successfully attracted Li Tianyao's attention. Just as he turned to look at Lu Feng, An Yan suddenly reached out and held his face.
"Husband, it's me, your little girl."
Li Tianyao turned his face back, his eyes, with their colored contacts, wooden and eerie.
But An Yan noticed that his movements noticeably stalled for a moment.
The hand around her neck also eased its grip slightly.
An Yan was both frightened and overjoyed, her smile slowly blossoming.
"Husband, I'm An Yan, the little girl you're desperately trying to protect."
In front of Li Tianyao, everything was a blizzard of white. His mind was filled with chaotic noise, and the pain escalated from threads and strands to an overwhelming torrent, throbbing from every angle without respite.
