Duan Guihong hadn’t the bad habit of keeping others in suspense, so he said it outright. “It’s Fu Tingyi.”


    That was akin to a heavy hammer falling from the sky and landing down with a bang, smashing the Marquis of Jing Ning into the ground. Fu Shen was completely flabbergasted, forgetting himself as he raised his voice. “Who?”


    He suspected that Duan Guihong was deceiving him, or else he had just hallucinated that.