"Nangong An!"
A cold glint flashed in Liu Hui's eyes, his killing intent completely undisguised.
If you had to ask who hated Nangong An the most, who wanted him dead more than anyone, it would have to be Liu Hui.
He carried an irreconcilable hatred for the man who had murdered his parents.
Sensing the violent fluctuations in Liu Hui's emotions, Nangong Yan squeezed his hand, trying to comfort him.
Nangong Yi frowned, staring coldly at Nangong An.
"Why are you here? Didn't the clan elders already decide to have you go to the ancestral lands and face the wall in repentance for ten years?"
Nangong An's face was full of contempt. "The ancestral lands? Face the wall? No need for that anymore!"
"Nangong An, are you trying to rebel?" Nangong Yi slammed his hand on the table and roared.
