C2688 Groom Nangong Yan!

Feng Zhentian's gaze locked onto Nangong Wudi's face with an intensity that deepened by the moment. As he watched, his perception shifted, and the scene before him seemed to transform.

The claw marks marring Nangong Wudi's visage were no ordinary scars—they bore a curse. And this curse's power hadn't faded over the years; on the contrary, it appeared to have grown even stronger.

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