After walking down the steps, Chen Yang turned and gave Qi Zhentian a look he would never forget for the rest of his life.
It was Eagle-Eyed, filled with a chilling intent to kill.
The glance lasted only a second, but Qi Zhentian felt as if an electric current had shot through him. He broke out in a cold sweat and nearly collapsed on the spot.
That gaze. Despite Qi Zhentian's wide experience, it was the first time in his life he had ever witnessed such a look. It held the might of an army, one that could command mountains and rivers with a single shout.
Then, a smile crept across Chen Yang's lips.
PHEW.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Qi Zhentian stared at Chen Yang's departing figure, his face ghastly as he was lost in thought.
On the crowded grounds, everyone stood frozen in place, their faces etched with disbelief.
