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What she did not know was that Mo Tian had laid a spell upon his study. The moment anyone but him crossed its threshold, he would know instantly.
In another chamber, Yin Zhi and the old sorcerer physician sat across from Mo Tian, who lounged in his chair as they played chess. With a sudden wave of his hand, a mirror-like surface shimmered into existence. It wasn't just a mirror—it was a magical viewing device, showing Feng Ling's every move in real time.
"I knew the little witch wouldn't suddenly become so docile and obedient," Mo Tian murmured, his voice cold, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. His red eyes glimmered with a chilling light, a deep coldness radiating from his gaze.
