"Damn it!"
He couldn't help but curse.
His eyes were filled with horror. The more he thought about it, the more he felt his guess was correct. Combined with what Elder Ge said, the East Sea Clan was still using the so-called "consort selection" method to try to continue their bloodline, attempting to birth an heir capable of inheriting the imperial bloodline.
Could it be that the Qingluan in front of him is one of the victims?
"Young Master Jiang? What's wrong? Are you frightened?"
Her expression revealed a trace of confusion. She was in the middle of recounting the past of Dongyue, but Jiang Feng's sudden reaction left her bewildered. Even Cen Yueyue stepped forward to grab her man, her eyes full of concern.
His mind was racing.
Just then, a strange, searing heat emanated from his bosom. Following this heat, he instinctively reached into his robe and pulled out the Blood Ganoderma that was still emitting residual warmth.
