These voices were filled with temptation, trying to stir up the deep-seated desires and greed within people's hearts.
Some people's eyes had already begun to grow hazy, their gazes drawn to the bookshelves on either side, and some had even taken steps toward them.
Yan Zifeng had also nearly been lured in several times by images depicting violent battles, trying to lose himself in them, only to be yanked back fiercely by Fu Qingya.
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