"The fifth Nine Souls Jade, getting you sure cost me quite some twists and turns..."
Ning Fan lay in bed, looking at the fifth Nine Souls Jade held up in his hand, his eyes unable to hide his excitement.
The fifth Nine Souls Jade, he was getting closer and closer to his ultimate goal.
But to get this fifth Nine Souls Jade, Ning Fan still had to pay a significant price. Even though his original intent was only to rescue Xu Ruolan and the four men of Storm and Thunder, this unexpected joy made it hard for him to say whether it was worth it or not.
In Africa, many of his brothers from the Phantom Guild had died there. Thinking of everything they had done for him, Ning Fan's nose began to sour again.
Now, the only thing that could comfort Ning Fan was not this hard-won Nine Souls Jade, but that he had personally slain that bastard Apollo with his own hands.