Mu Hanyan's indifferent gaze showed not even the slightest change as Qinglian's tragic, fading beauty from her past life once again appeared before her eyes. An endless surge of hatred and sorrow also welled up in her heart.
Mu Hanyan's sword slowly thrust forward, carrying that hatred and sorrow.
"I... have no grudges against you, why..." Blood gushed forth, pain and a bone-chilling cold flooded in, Jian Zhongtian looked at Mu Hanyan, bewildered, his body convulsing, his gaze gradually turning gray.
Mu Hanyan coldly glanced at Jian Zhongtian's gradually cooling corpse but did not retract her sword. Instead, she turned to leave for other parts of the mansion.
"Yo ho, is it done? Pretty ruthless," Star Illusion Thousand Machine started flashing characters again, "but I like it."
Mu Hanyan said nothing and roamed the mansion, slaughtering everyone remaining without sparing a single life.
