Forcing Him To Take a Concubine? III
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A heavy pressure came over Mu Ling and it made him unable to breathe. His whole body froze like a stone. All his words were stuck in his throat and he could not speak out loud.
He looked around with a shocked expression. But, his gaze fell on Nan Xian who was still calm and cool.
No!
It was not him!
Nan Xian's strength was not that powerful. This suppression came over Mu Ling like a giant mountain. Nan Xian could never possess such powerful strength!
In fact, cultivators needed to cultivate their strength endlessly days in and days out no matter how talented they were born. They could never be as powerful as that in under so short a time as twenty years.
"Young Master Nan Xian!"
An Cui cried harshly and rushed toward Nan Xian. She seemed pitiful.
"You promised that you would be responsible for what you have done when you touched me that day. I've given you everything. You cannot leave me behind!"