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He didn't bother masking his presence or approaching with caution — what was the point?
Feng Yuanyun wanted the target to know he was coming.
He wanted them to feel his approach.
"This better be a good fight," Feng Yuanyun muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Or I swear, I'll have Dylan Lau's head for wasting my time."
He had come prepared, his body adorned with priceless treasures, heirlooms of his family's legacy —artifacts that had been passed down for generations.
Feng Yuanyun wasn't about to risk them on some meaningless battle.
If this so-called 'monster' turned out to be a disappointment, he would make sure Dylan Lau paid the price for dragging him here.
As time passed and he ventured deeper into the ruined land, something in the distance caught his eye.