Nie Jiuque stood with his hands behind his back in the howling wind, his black robe almost blending into the night.
The narrow, pitch-black eyes under the mask were coldly watching Zuo Yan, who was writhing on the ground in agony, tortured by the Blood Poisonous Insect, experiencing a fate worse than death.
After recuperating for a few days and recovering slightly, Nie Jiuque came to settle the score with Zuo Yan.
If it hadn't caused such great harm to Wen Xiao'ai, Nie Jiuque wouldn't be in such a hurry to confront Zuo Yan.
No matter how much Zuo Yan begged for mercy, Nie Jiuque refused to relent.
For the harm Zuo Yan caused Wen Xiao'ai, dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough.
"...Lord, Lord, spare my life. Zuo Yan knows his mistake, he truly knows, ah..."
In the face of Zuo Yan's pleas, Nie Jiuque was unmoved. When he had almost driven Zuo Yan to despair, Nie Jiuque asked, "How did you discover Gu Sheng's identity?"
