Xuan Cheng discreetly followed Zhao Ming and Crown Prince Wu as they exited the kitchen door. Her eyes remained fixed on Zhao Ming's back, gratitude initially shining in her gaze. However, as she observed him further, a growing sense of unease crept over her.
The fear in her eyes began to replace the earlier gratitude as she sensed something amiss. It wasn't just Zhao Ming's presence; it was the subtle but unmistakable aura of darkness that seemed to emanate from him. A malevolent energy, a demonic Qi, permeated his very being.
As she watched him, a shiver of dread coursed down her spine. The chill she felt wasn't from the physical cold, but rather from the unsettling aura that surrounded Zhao Ming. It was a presence that instilled fear in her, as if she had come face to face with a force beyond her understanding.
