"Here it comes."
In the quiet study, candlelight flickered and shadows danced.
Clad in a white robe, Gao Wuyun suddenly spoke up.
Squeak~
The door of the room was pushed open, and a figure clad in a Gold-Patterned Profound Robe holding a Ghost Head Greatsword walked into the study.
In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness spread rapidly, and the powerful aura of death nearly filled the room.
The candle flames on the ground also snuffed out mostly in the moment that figure entered.
"Lord Qin!"
Under this overwhelming pressure, Xu Chunsheng's body trembled, and he couldn't help but cry out.
Qin Zheng didn't pay attention to the Qinyang prefectural magistrate but instead looked directly at the white-robed man next to him.
Sharing the same bloodline of the Gao Clan, this third son of the Provincial Governor's Mansion had a much handsomer appearance than Gao Wusheng.
However... that same cold and strange temperament was exactly the same, thoroughly unchanged!