In brief, Yan Nanzhu’s manly heart was crushed and he was so conflicted that his intestines were practically entangled. He almost ended up going into Qi Deviation like Gong Wumei.
The orthodox sects could not coexist with the unorthodox sects, so the orthodox sects said that Mu Yanmeng, this witch, must be burned to death. After being conflicted over it, in the end, Yan Nanzhu handed Mu Yanmeng over, thinking that perhaps, if she died, he would stop being so confused.
However, when the time came that Mu Yanmeng was tied to the stake and choking on the smoke, when she turned towards him, her face pale, he couldn’t suppress the surging feelings in his heart and ended up rescuing her.
He felt that he could no longer face the people of the martial arts community, so he resigned from the position of alliance head and swore an oath to keep an eye on the witch so that she would never have a chance to harm others again.
Ning Shu smacked her lips as she looked at Yan Nanzhu. It could be said that Yan Nanzhu had the strongest principles out of all these male leads. She really couldn’t understand how someone who had been the martial arts alliance head was able to share a woman with the leader of the Demonic Cult. After all, those two had completely different views on life.
Gong Wumei cared nothing about life and killed based on his mood, while Yan Nanzhu was a little like a Holy Father. Out of all these people, he was the most moral.
She couldn’t imagine how those two had been able to get along. By fighting everyday?
Ning Shu started walking and Yan Nanzhu followed after her. After walking for a long time, Ning Shu finally couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Alliance Head, how long exactly do you plan to follow me?”
“I really don’t have anything like an inheritance.” Ning Shu jumped a few times. “See, there’s nothing.”
Yan Nanzhu replied seriously, “I have to watch you to prevent you from doing anything to harm others. Also, you must come with me to Xiangguo Temple.”
“Why? Why da heck should I go to Xiangguo Temple?” Ning Shu furrowed her brows. “I’m going to go look for my master.”
“You have a master? Could it be that the previous leader of the Demonic Cult hasn’t died?” Yan Nanzhu’s expression turned worried.
Ning Shu: …
“When did this ma’am ever say that the leader of the Demonic Cult is my master?” Ning Shu felt like kneeling to him. “What exactly do I have to say for you to get it? I’m not the holy maiden of the Demonic Cult!”
Yan Nanzhu didn’t seem to hear her words at all, or perhaps he purposefully chose to ignore it. “You must come with me to Xiangguo Temple.”
Ning Shu: I feel like falling apart inside.
“Why?” asked Ning Shu weakly.
Yan Nanzhu glanced at Ning Shu, who seemed exhausted, then said mildly, “Didn’t Gong Wumei say that he would meet you at Xiangguo Temple? I must capture him. Gong Wumei is too dangerous to let loose.”
Ning Shu rolled her eyes. “Gong Wumei was just making things up. Do you really think that he would be waiting there for you?”
You’re truly adorably innocent ah.
“Even if it’s fake, I still have to go. As long as there’s a possibility of catching him, I must go,” said Yan Nanzhu very earnestly.
“You must come with me,” said Yan Nanzhu. “I must keep a watch on you so that you can’t harm the innocent.”
What innocents has she ever harmed?
“Bai-bye. I need to look for my master. You can go to Xiangguo Temple on your own.” Ning Shu lifted her skirts in preparation to run, but two steps later, a bright sword appeared in front of her and forced her to stop.
