Dynamic push-up
Lu Zhen walked out of the palace with a mixture of expressions, but after a few steps, his face became expressionless again.
"Whatever," he thought, his expression turning cold and impassive as he returned to his palace.
Suddenly, as he walked casually, he felt a familiar chill, causing his senses to tingle with danger for a few seconds before it disappeared as if it hadn't happened.
Lu Zhen looked around to his right and left, but he couldn't see anyone, which left him confused. If it weren't for his keen senses and the sweat dripping from his back, he might have thought it was a dream.
"Could it be…" Lu Zhen thought, realizing something, and he just stood there, waiting.
Tick, tick.
Time passed as Lu Zhen stood there for a straight ten minutes. However, the white-haired figure he had sensed still didn't appear.
"As expected…" Lu Zhen sneered in his thoughts.