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... ill start soon, Mr. Fu, we should be heading off—Ah, your hand!”
By the evening of the next day, the female priestess who came to escort Fu Qian to the arena had her mouth covered in shock once more.
Fu Qian followed her gaze and understood why she was surprised.
In just one night, the water-blue imprint had spread from his palm to his entire upper arm.
The peculiar scent had become even stronger.
Not only that, but every place covered by the imprint felt ...
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