Ren Feifan stared at the flames engulfing the Ice Profound Sect's main hall, his eyes reflecting the twinkling light.
He did not know whether this was a good or bad thing.
The good part was that Su Mohan had lost her memory and could not immerse herself in grief.
Now, she was probably planning to prove herself through cultivation.
After a long time, he slowly covered his handsome face with his black robe and then mounted a giant tiger.
The man and tiger, their bodies emanating bursts of bloody aura.
A score was finally settled; the death of Su Xinlian allowed Su Mohan not to be persecuted for the time being.
Unfortunately, he had not found a way to lift the memory seal from Su Xinlian.
He must seek other methods.
He wondered who the idiot was who invented such a thing; this secret technique was considered forbidden in the cultivation world yet continued to persist.
Ren Feifan began to feel a headache.
