But he wouldn't accept this; he hated it. Why had Yang Fan, that bastard, appeared so soon?
Why did everything fall apart at the last moment?
He had already sabotaged Yang Fan's home by lighting a pile of carefully prepared trash, all to lure the tiger away from the mountain, to buy time for killing Ma Zhen Nan. Unfortunately, as sound as his plans were, the outcome went against him.
He couldn't kill Yang Fan now, but he could wait. He would return to the Three-Life Sect, devote himself to cultivation—if not in ten years, then twenty, and if not in twenty, then fifty, until he was capable of killing Yang Fan.
But Ma Zhen Nan, that bastard, he had to die before Xu Jin returned to the Three-Life Sect; he had sworn this at his brother's grave.
Ma Zhen Nan, clutching his neck, lay on the ground, gasping for breath for a long time before he regained his strength.
