Fang Zheng!
At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, long hair fluttering in the wind, his clothes rustling, and an overwhelming aura surged forward without restraint.
The mere oppression of this aura made Young Master Zheng's breath catch, his eyes go dark, and nearly faint on the spot.
Even Qin Keqing's expression changed drastically:
"How is that possible?"
How long had it been since they last met?
By full calculation, not more than two months; two months ago, the other side had only forced her back with that peculiar weapon.
And now,
Looking at Fang Zheng standing at the doorway, Qin Keqing didn't even have the desire to make a move.
"You are Fang Zheng?"
Elder Ye took a step forward, his expression serious:
"Flawless?"
"No!"
"Not yet."
"Be careful." Elder Mu shook his wrist, circulating his True Qi, instantly suppressing his injuries:
