1347 Zhang Xuan, the Formation Master

This killing intent was so powerful that it felt palpable, permeating through his skin and into his soul, causing his body to stiffen uncontrollably.

With eyes narrowed in alarm, Zhang Xuan's mind swiftly whirred into action.

This was not the first time he had asked about Luo Ruoxin's affairs, but back then, Luo Xuanqing had not shown such an agitated response to his question.

Could there really be some kind of secret involved?

As if oblivious to the threatening aura that Luo Xuanqing was emanating, Zhang Xuan replied with an innocent smile, "I just find the matter rather bewildering."