National Master Mansion.
The night was getting darker, and the room was brightly lit with candlelight.
The group sat around the table in the hall. Jiang Ning picked up the freshly warmed wine and filled the glasses of the three people present.
At this moment, the cold curse power within him, like fine needles, continued to erode his internal organs.
He still didn't circulate his Qi-Blood to resist it, allowing the erosion to spread, maintaining only a surface calm.
Then, the three of them raised their glasses and drank together.
After the wine entered the stomach, Xiao Wuque put down the glass and his gaze fell on Jiang Ning's face.
"Since you have made this choice, you must put on a good show these days."
"I will also spread the word that you have been cursed, and it is eroding your organs."
