The moment Yang Jing's gaze fell upon the man, he sensed the other's eyes turn toward him, landing precisely on his person.
The gaze was aloof and sharp, as if it could pierce flesh and sink straight into the marrow of his bones.
Just a moment under that stare made Yang Jing feel prickles on his back, as if he'd been targeted by a slumbering Ancient Fierce Beast. A cold sweat instantly broke out across his back, and he subconsciously held his breath.
Thankfully, the gaze didn't linger for long. It soon shifted away, coming to rest on the judges' area beside the Cyan Qilin Platform.
Only after the man retracted his gaze did Yang Jing let out a quiet sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding wildly.
His mind reeled with shock and uncertainty. 'Who is that? How can he possess such a terrifying aura!'
Just then, Lin Ziheng, who stood beside him, also saw the gold-robed young man.
