the stone gates were flung open and a silhouette barreled in, stumbling and tripping. At first, Shen Qingqiu’s expression sharpened, but after taking a good look at this person, he blurted out, “Luo Binghe?” It seemed that Luo Binghe hadn’t anticipated that another person would be within the inner hall. His dazed pupils contracted, leaving Shen Qingqiu’s face reflected in his jet-black irises, and what had originally been overflowing murderous intent abruptly transformed into ten thousand points of stupefaction.
