"Hmm?"
Chen Longxiang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Raising his head, he gazed toward the interior of the pavilion.
There, Fang Qingzhu stood, her face frosty, glaring at him with an expression of utter displeasure.
A fleeting cold glint flashed in Chen Longxiang's eyes.
Especially when he noticed the faint tear stain at the corner of Fang Qingzhu's eyes, his expression turned utterly grim. Narrowing his eyes to slits, he spoke icily, "Are you crying again for that bastard?"
Chen Longxiang.
In the past two years, he had risen like a comet within the Baiyu Sacred Ground—a super genius.
Two years prior, he had not even been an equal to the likes of Zhang Sixiang and the other four Saint Heirs. He was merely a personal disciple under the Sacred Lord.
But then...
Two years ago, Chen Longxiang underwent an explosive transformation.
His cultivation.
His combat prowess.
Even his entire demeanor.
All had undergone a complete reversal.
In just two years.
