C1791 Bewitchment

As Mo Wu's gaze landed on Xing Yang, Xing Yang's brows subtly knit together in response.

His peripheral vision lightly touched upon Mo Wu, and for a fleeting moment, a trace of scorn glinted in his eyes.

Soon after, his face broke into a smile.

He turned his attention to the plaza's center.

There, in the midst of the plaza, stood a long sword crafted from stone, silent and imposing