Cang Nantian, who originally wanted to dismiss everyone and go back to the dormitory to rest, raised his head when he heard the words and looked at the person kneeling in the main hall.

The person who spoke was the commander of the palace Praetorian Guard - the black hand. The man was thirty-four years old, nearly seven feet tall, and thin.

The black pupils that are as clear and dazzling as obsidian shine with an awe-inspiring heroic aura. Under the seemingly calm eye waves, there are hidden sharp eyes, and on a handsome face with a strong and deep contour, it is even more imposing.

Dressed in a red embroidered cloud robe, his feet are turned upside down, reminiscent of a tiger pounced on its prey in the savannah, full of danger.

The black hand is not only the commander of the Praetorian Guard, but also the disciple of Prince Cang.

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