Huang Xiaolong was momentarily stunned and looked up. Indeed, Feng Yingying was gazing at him intently, her eyes deep and profound like a deep sea lake.
In those deep eyes, there was a hint of allure, a touch of seduction? A trace of unabashed boldness?
Being watched by such a beauty, Huang Xiaolong felt no joy; instead, he furrowed his brows. He didn't believe Feng Yingying was watching him because he was handsome, nor was it because he had severely injured Guo Gang, Li Zhi, Wang Yu, and others that piqued her interest.
In such a setting, Feng Yingying boldly staring at him without concealment undoubtedly made him the target of everyone's attention.
Sure enough, all the young geniuses from various sects and clans, originally attracted by Feng Yingying, turned their gaze toward him. Their eyes were like a barrage of sharp arrows, seemingly wanting to pierce Huang Xiaolong through entirely.
