As soon as the mysterious figure spoke, Nangong Xingchen's eyes were filled with shock and amazement. She stopped struggling, but that was because as the mysterious figure unbound the curse, she felt a deep, soul-wrenching pain.
Nangong Xingchen's face immediately turned pale, and sweat dripped rapidly from her smooth forehead, soon soaking her clothes.
Nangong Xingchen wanted to speak, to stop this so-called curse lifting. Damn, if this continued, she was truly worried she might die.
The mysterious figure naturally noticed Nangong Xingchen's discomfort. Still using a metallic voice, without a hint of emotion, he said, "The initial stage is indeed uncomfortable. Just bear with it."
Nangong Xingchen wanted to curse at the hidden powerful presence but sadly, she had no strength left to do so.
Time ticked away by the second, and Nangong Xingchen was nearly fainting.
