Seeing this, the man's expression twisted in fury as he lunged at Song Wanning again.
Song Wanning wasn't having it. She immediately set fire to three of the portraits.
The bright, flickering flames made the man's eyes ache.
Refusing to accept defeat, he tried to retaliate, but he lunged at empty air every time, forced to watch as over ten portraits burned to cinders.
When he saw that Song Wanning still held over twenty portraits, the man was on the verge of a breakdown.
They were his spiritual anchor in undeath. He had held on this long only by clinging to the memory of his late wife. By destroying her portraits, Song Wanning was clearly trying to break him.
He glared at Song Wanning, gritting his teeth as he finally stopped. "What in the world do you want?"
'If she wanted to kill me, she would have done it already.'
'She wouldn't be toying with me like this.'
'So she must be after something else.'
