Late at night, in Stone House #3.
Han Qing sat cross-legged inside, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to banish the sliver of unease in his heart.
Today, he had been one of the many spectators.
Although the power of the Thirteen Warhorses was no threat to him, for some unknown reason, whenever he looked toward Stone House #2—at the youth who had recently been in the spotlight—a faint sense of worry would creep into his heart.
This worry had appeared out of nowhere, without any reason or basis.
But Han Qing knew the truth—he was afraid of the strong.
And Chen Han was exactly that kind of powerhouse.
Before this youth, Han Qing couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance or challenge.
'Damn it, why…'
Han Qing clenched his fists.
Faced with the appearance of such a heaven-gifted talent, he was completely powerless to stop it. Instead, he could only live fearfully in the other's shadow, like a mouse.
"Hahaha…"
