C91 I Am also Pitiful

Feng Tiange moved with deliberate slowness as he drew his sword, yet the wooden scabbard at his side trembled as if it could barely contain the weapon.

On the stage, the sword's edge cut through the air, its tip poised to strike the throat.

Below the stage, Gu Ruochen and Jun Wushang exchanged a glance, while Su Hu, standing behind them, watched with brightened eyes.

Suddenly