"Chao Xian?!"
Shen Jingjing was astonished; she hadn't expected this person to suddenly appear here, and his expression was very strange.
And why were his eyes red?
"Let's go!" Zhou Heng had already figured out what Chao Xian wanted to do and, without hesitation, grabbed Shen Jingjing's shoulder and leapt out from another window.
"What's happening??" Shen Jingjing was perplexed. She hadn't understood the situation—what had happened, and why had Zhou Heng fled upon seeing Chao Xian?
Could it be that Zhou Heng, through those earlier inquiries, had confirmed Chao Xian was actually some evil martial arts master, or had confirmed he practiced some sinister martial arts technique?
She was wondering about this when she felt a gust of wind strike from behind her.
Turning her head to look.
It was Chao Xian, his eyes blood-red, who had directly pierced through the entire inn suite, chasing them with a gust of wind filled with wood shavings and debris.
