The wind and moon tonight are extraordinarily different.
In Jifeng Pavilion's eyes, the white walls of the hospital seemed like solemn spirit banners, and the smell of disinfectant brought Mo Yun's cold corpse to mind.
Ever since practicing on Maoshan, besides comprehending Daoist Skill, cultivating one's mind is also important.
Therefore, although he was arrogant, his heart was very kind.
Yet now, for the first time in his life, he has developed a murderous intent, a murderous intent like never before.
In Jifeng Pavilion's eyes, all the demons of the Wuwei Sect deserved to die, every single one, even an ant had a great crime.
Such sin can only be stopped by killing, not by redemption.
"Deserve to die...all deserve to die...Wuwei Sect..."
Jifeng Pavilion murmured softly as if possessed, his eyes filled with bloodshot lines, his mind continually imagining the torture of Fang Changying, the torture of Jiang Li in vivid images.
