Before, he had treated Meng Yan well only because the boy came from a good background, a direct bloodline of the Meng Family. He might have been able to play some role and prove useful when dealing with the Meng Family. Personally, though, Zhen Cheng had never thought highly of him and had looked down on him.
Yet now, that very boy whom he had disdained was showing him kindness, leaving him with a tumult of emotions.
Zhen Cheng had barely finished sighing when the study door creaked open. A pair of black military boots stepped inside, their taps sounding one after another. A robust man dressed in black, with a headband around his forehead and long hair draped over his shoulders, entered the room.
Zhen Cheng saw that this man bore some resemblance to both Meng Yan and Meng Chuan, yet was even more strikingly handsome. His eyes in particular were bright and spirited, as vast as the sky and as deep as the starry heavens, seemingly carrying a unique charm that drew Zhen Cheng's mind into them...
Huff, huff. Zhen Cheng suddenly gasped for breath, his eyes filled with terror, his back drenched in sweat. He was overwhelmed by fear and the feeling of having survived a calamity. What a formidable—and terrifying—figure.
He came from the Imperial Guard and possessed exceptional martial arts. Though his martial cultivation was currently sealed, his spiritual cultivation remained. Yet the moment he looked into this man's eyes, he had completely lost control, nearly becoming a puppet. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a bizarre phenomenon.
That feeling was ten, even a hundred times more terrifying than encountering some powerful great demon.
But what shocked him most was that such a powerful, formidable person had not