Zhao Heng raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what grudge there was between Chen Qiyu and the other two people, but when he saw Chen Qiyu lifting the dagger high and stabbing that woman repeatedly, he somehow found her quite beautiful.
A gorgeous woman being violent was actually quite pleasing to the eye.
He had never thought that this woman, who had always acted cold and distant, could be so mesmerizing when she acted so viciously.
He rubbed his chin and stood a little far off, admiring her from a distance.
He swiftly changed his mode of attack when he noticed Zeng Lunan rushing toward the two women, casually entrapping Zeng Lunan once more in his tightly sealed sword intent.
Zhao Heng had been quite laid-back and did not give it his all when fighting against someone of Zeng Lunan's caliber. He was all relaxed about it, as if he was toying with some dog or cat.
