Mingjue turned his head to the side, his half-cheek resembling eternal ice and snow piled upon high mountains, even his gaze was piercingly cold.
At this moment, He Qing realized that the youth who had just shown traces of gentleness and warmth was now completely gone. His aura was too dominant, and even though He Qing herself possessed Spiritual Power not much inferior to his, seeing such a youth, she still couldn't help but take a slight step back, wishing to avoid his sharpness.
Fortunately, Lin Lin was by her side. No matter his strength, the fact that he could stand there now, for He Qing, was somewhat reassuring.
Of course, He Qing was not a person of delicate thoughts by nature, her timidity only lasting an instant. She quickly regained her composure, casting another admiring glance at the youth and answered, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
