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Nanshan was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Lin Ci'an and said, "You're so arrogant. You've become so arrogant that you don't even listen to me! Today, even if I risk my life, I will enforce justice on the side of heaven!" After that, he mobilized his spiritual power and attacked Lin Ci'an.

Lin Ci'an dodged to the side. He didn't want to fight with Nanshan, after all, he was his and Fu An's teacher. However, Nanshan was relentless and his moves were deadly. Lin Ci'an had no choice but to fight back. After a few moves, he caught Nanshan's weakness and knocked him back with a palm, then sealed his spiritual power and knocked him out.

"Take him back." Lin Ci'an said to the guard beside him.

Lin Ci'an turned around and went back into the room, sitting back on the bed, but his thoughts were unconsciously flying around and fell on Fu An.

At this time, Fu An was imprisoned in the temple of the Vatican by Lin Ci'an. Qiao Lenghua was Fu An's subordinate, but in the 20 years that Fu An has been chasing Lin Ci'an, he has never discovered Qiao Lenghua's feelings for him. Those who are involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly.

When Nanshan woke up again, he found himself back in his room. He wanted to circulate his spiritual power, but found that it had been sealed. "Oh, what a beast! I am blind."

Nanshan looked around and found that there were no guards, but he secretly took out the key to the Fu'an Temple from his pocket. He had stolen it when he came into contact with Lin Ci'an.

Nanshan thought about his upright life, but he did...

"Alas, after all the twists and turns, it's all fate. Don't force anything. As an old man, I..."

Nanshan wanted to enter the temple with the key, but he couldn't do it because his spiritual power was sealed. At this time, Qiao Linghua found him. The two of them divided the work, one sent away the nearby guards, and the other opened the door, and they walked into the room where Fu An was imprisoned.

Fu An lay there quietly, motionless. The medicine that Lin Ci'an had given him to control him had not yet worn off.

"Little Fu An, the old man is here to save you." After saying that, he untied the chains on Fu An. Qiao Linghua on the side did not step forward, but instead stepped back a few steps and looked at him from a distance.

"Old man, why are you here? Why are you saving me... cough..." Fu An said weakly.

"Hmph, I'm not saving you, I'm just passing by, yes, passing by." A hint of embarrassment flashed in Nanshan's eyes.

On the top floor of the Blood Clan Castle, darkness and silence enveloped everything. However, in this dead silence, a mysterious and powerful force began to surge.

The blood prince Najuan, who had been sleeping for five hundred years, seemed to have awakened from an endless abyss. His eyes, which had been closed for a long time, were trembling slightly at this moment.

As his eyelids gradually lifted, a purple-red light suddenly bloomed, and Najuan began to carefully feel the surging power in his body. This power was like a burning flame, flowing freely through his meridians; it was also like a violent hurricane, sweeping through every cell. His consciousness spread out, his brows furrowed, and he did not find any familiar breath.

The blood-red lips slowly opened and closed, "Xiaoyu, where are you?"

At the same time, Nanshan and Qiao Linghua took Fu An away from the temple. Fu An's body was still very weak, but his eyes revealed firmness and determination.

"Thank you for saving me, but this has just begun..." Fu An said gritting his teeth. He decided to take revenge on Lin Ci'an and take back what belonged to him.