Xia qingchen's eyes met with their, his gaze calm and without ripples.
The latter two restrained their fierce gazes in fear and walked away obediently.
He didn't dare to offend Xia qingchen at all.
However, Lu Zhong could not remain calm.
His eyes were filled with worry as he murmured, ""How did you run into those two?"
The two of them were from the Holy Land of the sword cliff sect.
At the beginning of the year, he had encountered them during a training in the wild.
During this period, some unpleasant things happened, and there was friction between them.
Now, the sword cliff sect received two invitations and two of them came. The Nebula sect only received one invitation and he came alone.
If there was a conflict, it would be troublesome.
After some thought, Lu Zhong maintained his stiff smile and took the initiative to greet her, ""Brother Zhao, brother Wang, how did you get injured?"
He asked with concern.
