"Haha... Indeed, my speculation was correct,"
Yan Wuxu cradled the diary in his hands, gazing out at the dissipating fog through the window, his mouth slowly splitting into a grin.
"This supernatural artifact is of a high caliber; my previous surveillance was not in vain..."
Yan Wuxu looked at the diary, noticing that the text he had written was disappearing one by one, and a ferocious expression surfaced on his face: "The Curse lifted? As if it were that easy?"
He immediately picked up the pen, intending to write down 'Xu Yuan's' name.
As for that old boxer, the man hadn't signed up and was just an ordinary person; without Xu Yuan, he could be crushed with a single finger.
Indeed, even if Xu Yuan were to die, it could be pinned on Ye Xingqing, earning gratitude from the Liu Family, truly killing three birds with one stone!
