TSFLIP Chapter 1001

Ming’an smiled again, relaxed as ever—though there was a chill beneath it. “Do you really think any other man would be worthy of getting Fengguang pregnant?”

The words were outrageously arrogant.

Mo Feng pulled back the curiosity that had nearly gotten the better of him and returned to the main issue. “As for the two conditions I just mentioned, may I ask whether you can agree to them, Mr. Ming’an? If you can, I believe the Hunters’ Association—like our Council—will not make things difficult for you.”

“Make things difficult for me?” Ming’an chuckled lazily. “President, are you unaware that the Hunters’ Association has already been disbanded?”

Mo Feng’s expression changed. “What did you say?”

“Most of the people in the Association are dead. Naturally, the organization fell apart.”

“That’s impossible!”

“What’s so impossible about it? Once something’s been used up, it gets cleared away.” Ming’an curved his lips slightly. “Just like the Council.”

As his words fell, a sudden series of explosive sounds rang out—the sickening burst of blood erupting from human bodies.

Scarlet mist filled the air like fireworks blooming, droplets of blood scattering in every direction. A single drop landed on Mo Feng’s face. The old man slowly raised a hand and touched the cold liquid. He remained stiff in his chair, unmoving for a long time.

In his widened eyes, there was nothing but an overwhelming sea of red.

Ming’an leaned back in his chair, hands folded neatly over his lower abdomen, his posture lazy yet refined. “Did you enjoy the performance?”

“This is… this is Yan Luo’s ability…” Mo Feng truly lived up to his name. Even after witnessing colleagues he had worked alongside for centuries explode in an instant, their bodies reduced to nothing in a room thick with the stench of blood, he still forced himself to remain calm.

Or perhaps, from the moment this man walked in, he had known instinctively there would be no escape.

Ming’an corrected him almost kindly. “Controlling blood wasn’t Yan Luo’s innate talent. To be precise, it was a gift I gave her.”

“What… exactly do you mean?”

“Mo Feng, don’t you possess eyes that can see through everything? Today, I’ll allow you to glimpse my past.”

As Mo Feng stared into Ming’an’s eyes, they once again turned an eerie shade of green. Panic rose in his heart—he hadn’t deliberately activated his ability, yet it was beyond his control. And soon, the past that poured from Ming’an’s eyes filled him with even greater terror.

Three hundred years ago, during the massacre at that so-called purification ceremony, he had wielded a black scythe like Death itself… A little over a decade later, he arrived at Osiris under the identity of Ming’an.

Six hundred years ago, he had successfully seduced Yan Luo—then still a young girl—while wearing the guise of Osiris. For his sake, she assassinated countless purebloods, only to one day be brought to justice by him when he appeared as a vampire hunter. At that time, he had been known as Wen Xian.

Nine hundred years ago, after the great Osiris destroyed himself before Tobias’s grave, a man was born in the darkness. He bore Osiris’s appearance, yet carried half of Tobias’s soul. He was the fusion of Osiris and Tobias’s bloodlines. The black dividing line running across his body was the clearest proof. Back then, he had no name.

Being swept through such a torrent of time was devastating to the mind—especially across such vast centuries.

Mo Feng’s body could no longer endure it. He was forcibly expelled from the flood of history, clutching his chest as he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he realized—

He had gone blind.