Lu Qingyi

Though the Blood Hunting Crystal failed to elicit any sensitive reaction from Xu Fang earlier on, Xiao Ming couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

There was an air of mystery surrounding this individual, a subtle unease that gnawed at the edges of Xiao Ming's intuition.

Out of caution, he kept a watchful eye on Xu Fang, far more than he did with the others.

There was something about the man's demeanor—calm, indifferent, almost unnervingly so—that set him apart from the rest of the crowd.

Xu Fang, for his part, seemed entirely unbothered by the attention.

His expression remained aloof, his gaze distant, as though he were merely a spectator in a world that held no real significance to him.

He carried himself with an air of detached amusement, as if the glares and whispers directed at him were nothing more than a trivial distraction.