Nan Zhuiming had once again regained his expert demeanor, befitting the Patriarch of the Saint Bone Nan Family.
He faced the roaring Dragon Flame Warriors with placid calm, regarding the entire Dragon Flame Camp as if it were nothing. After all, he had four Yan Soul Guards at his back—experts assigned to him by Mo Jing.
And so, he spoke again, his voice cool. "You four, listen up. Kill anyone who dares to approach."
Nan Zhuiming was actually giving orders to the four Yan Soul Guards. A cold glint flashed in their eyes before they replied in low voices, "Yes."
They actually accepted his command...
That single word, "Yes," sent Nan Zhuiming soaring. He felt utterly elated.
Not long after escaping the Dragon Flame Royal Capital, Nan Zhuiming had felt he was going mad. The assassination of the Dragon Flame King had failed. He had then run into Lu Chao and been beaten so badly he could only flee for his life, nearly failing to escape at all.
