"That boy Ye Xuan is here too?"
Upon hearing this news, Zhan Ying's sword-like eyebrows raised and his fighting spirit surged.
The young man said, "Yes, that scoundrel killed You Chengzhi at the Martial Arts tournament. Although You Chengzhi wasn't particularly important in the Qiao Family, he was still one of them. The second young master is extremely angry about it."
"Good, good, good!"
Zhan Ying laughed maniacally, repeating the word "good" three times.
After laughing, Zhan Ying squinted, his dark pupils exuding a cold and murderous intent: "Lou Xinyu and his sister are trying to get involved in the treasure hunt, that's one thing. But for Ye Xuan, that nobody dares to come too? He's seeking death!
Report back to the second young master, Zhan Ying will never fail his mission!"
The young man replied, "Yes!"
...
The pavilion stood out in the boundless ice and snow, cold and desolate, yet singularly beautiful.
Lou Xinyu remained as flawless as ever.
