"Have you been waiting long for me?"
Nangong Zhan's face was filled with astonishment; Feng Wuchen had actually said he had been waiting for him for a long time.
The high-level members of the Nangong Family and Chu Changkong looked at Feng Wuchen with faces of dumbstruck awe.
How could Feng Wuchen know that Nangong Zhan would submit? Could it be that Feng Wuchen possessed the divine skill of prophecy?
The talent of Nangong Zhan was not inferior to that of Bei Dou Yan; such a genius, even by the standards of the Mainland, was considered outstanding. Naturally, Feng Wuchen wanted to recruit him for his own use.
If it hadn't been for Nangong Zhan, perhaps the Nangong Family would have been annihilated by Feng Wuchen long ago.
Feng Wuchen had Nangong Zhan crawl between his legs just to see if Nangong Zhan was truly submissive.
Of course, Feng Wuchen did not possess the divine skill of prophecy; if Nangong Zhan hadn't come to him, Feng Wuchen would have acted as if he didn't exist.
