Staring at Leng wuyue's back view, Xia qingchen rubbed his chin. What he lacked the most right now was information.
He somewhat missed the days when he had the tingxue house.
When tingxue house was still around, all the information in the world would reach their hands at the fastest speed. But now, they were in a state of complete darkness.
It would be great if there was an intelligence network.
Just as he was pondering, Xia qingchen suddenly turned around.
Behind him, a hand that was raised in the air froze.
"Yo! You're quite quick to react." There was a hidden surprise in his lazy tone.
"Teacher Wen?" Xia qingchen was astonished.
He could faintly feel that there was an obscure aura slowly approaching from behind.
He had only felt this kind of hidden aura from assassins or people who specialized in secret techniques.
He had thought that the person was not friendly, but it turned out to be Wen xueying.
