"What I want to do, don't you know?"
Zhou Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking calmly.
Upon hearing this, Guo Yang gave a gentle smile, his handsome face full of affable charm.
"Hehe, how would I know what you want to do?" Guo Yang said with a smile.
"Martial Arts Hall... Black Dragon Pool..."
Zhou Feng's expression suddenly turned icy cold, speaking with extreme chilliness.
Upon hearing these nine words, the smile on Guo Yang's face instantly vanished, his pupils contracted sharply, his face growing livid.
"What does he mean by this? Could it be that he knows the truth about the assassination I sent out? But how did he find out? Did Sword Servant betray me?" Guo Yang's brain flashed with these thoughts suddenly.
