"Nan Fenglan, your surname is Nan? A fine surname."
The calm in Xiang Yang's eyes was shattered once more. His gaze flickered faintly. Could they truly not be the same person?
Nan Xiaoru, Nan Fenglan—why did it have to be such a coincidence? They looked so alike, so similar, and both bore the surname Nan.
Wu Qinglie noticed the change in Xiang Yang. His eyes shifted as he looked between Xiang Yang and Nan Fenglan with amused interest. A doubt arose in his heart. Could Nan Fenglan have already ensnared Xiang Yang in such a short time? This woman's methods are far too formidable, aren't they?
Besides, before yesterday, Ning Ke had still been with Xiang Yang. Nan Fenglan truly had impressive methods—there was no corner of the wall she could not pry loose.
He could not help being astonished. He had read through Xiang Yang's records and had gained some understanding of him.
Ever since his youth, he had possessed heroic spirit, boldness, and fierce resolve. Though he had crossed paths with many beauties, he had always remained alone. He was a true martial arts fanatic, never once opening his heart to any woman.
Some higher-ups in the Divine Constable Gate had even suspected that Xiang Yang might have psychological or physical problems, though the matter had never spread.
Only after arriving at the Imperial Capital and meeting Ning Ke, the greatest female constable under heaven, had the two become somewhat entangled. This was no longer a secret; many of those present at Heaven's Punishment Platform that day could see it.
Yet it was hardly strange. Ning Ke was beautiful, strong, and unique—truly capable of stirring a man's heart. She was the dream lover of countless heroes. That she could enlighten Xiang Yang, turning that stubborn stone into a