“Shizun, do you really want to kill me?” Luo Binghe couldn’t believe it. “I don’t want to kill you.” Unable to look at his expression, Shen Qingqiu’s gaze went right through him. Luo Binghe searched his memory, but he’d never seen Shen Qingqiu so cold and emotionless, not toward him. Even back when he’d just entered Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, when Shizun had disliked him, his eyes had never been this empty—like he was looking at nothing.
