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... blood-red garment that was bewitchingly enchanting.
Feng Jingtian raised his phoenix eyes toward the pale-faced Feng Xiang, a clear, chilling look in his eyes. It was as though he was not looking at his father but at his nemesis.
“In what capacity are you ordering me?”
Feng Xiang’s complexion drastically changed, his face taut with anger as he bellowed, “I am your father, rebellious son! Is this how you speak to your father?”
“Father?” Feng Jingtian scoffed disda ...
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