"Shen Haoran..."
The name felt like a block of frozen iron sliding down Chu Yan's throat, completely paralyzing his vocal cords.
He froze entirely, his physical frame locked in place beneath the vice-like grip clamping around his right wrist.
His wide, panicked eyes could do nothing but stare blankly into the cold, liquid gold of Haoran's pupils, which were currently hovering a mere inch away from his own face.
At that exact instant, Chu Yan's entire conscious heart was utterly and violently overcome with a primitive, suffocating fear.
And if anyone from his original world and have read the book were to be in his place right now, they would find it completely understandable.
After all, within the script of the original web novel, this golden-haired youth currently standing in front of him wasn't just a generic minor antagonist or a superficial young master meant to be stepped over in a few chapters.
