Looking at the intelligence prompt, Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.
Another curse?!
His gaze fell on the girl whose temperament seemed as fragile as glass; there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
The last descendant of the Changge Clan is about to die.
The entire clan will become extinct, and everything now will turn into nothingness.
No wonder such high-intensity guards were arranged.
Such a powerful force, no matter how hard they try, cannot escape the fate of destruction in the end.
Just thinking about it, one can feel the suffocating pressure of fate.
"Lord Lear, greetings to you... Thank you for saving my cousin Ackman."
The voice was soft and weak, like a gentle breeze blowing into one's heart.
Lear calmed the fluctuations in his heart and spoke softly.
"Miss Wenna, good day... Sorry to disturb you."
At that moment, the girl, like an angel descended to the mortal world, slowly stood up, her pure white skirt like a folded flower.
