Not as Good as Bi Fan
Qu Zhenhong could sense Qu Heng's current condition.
That meant Qu Heng wasn't in any danger at all.
After all, someone who was truly in danger wouldn't have such a steady, strong, rhythmic heartbeat.
Even the calmest person would panic when faced with danger.
What was more, he could sense that his son was in excellent health.
Because he could sense Qu Heng's physical condition, Qu Zhenhong now wished he could appear right in front of him and twist Qu Heng's head off.
Still, no matter how furious he was, once he'd confirmed that Qu Heng's life wasn't in danger, Qu Zhenhong let out a heavy breath of relief.
Qu Heng was his son, after all.
If Qu Heng's life really had been in danger, Qu Zhenhong would naturally have been worried.
But there was a saying that went:
When danger came, a father was a rock to lean on. When there was no danger, a father was the greatest danger of all.
That was exactly Qu Heng's situation now.
Once Qu Zhenhong confirmed that Qu Heng was safe, the killing intent in his eyes surged wildly.
Nangong Hongye, who'd been hopping around in front of Qu Zhenhong, suddenly found it hard to breathe. His whole body began trembling uncontrollably.
Fear. Panic.
That was Nangong Hongye's state of mind now.
His body trembling and his teeth chattering, Nangong Hongye no longer dared to jump around in front of Qu Zhenhong. With a flash, he vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, Nangong Hongye was already far away.
And he didn't slow down.
It was obvious that Nangong Hongye, who'd just pledged his allegiance, regretted it and was preparing to run.
Qu Zhenhong was already in a foul mood. Watching Nangong Hongye hurtle