Chang'an, enveloped in misty rain, bustling with passersby.
Inside the White Jade Tower, Fang Yang had already left for good, never offering an explanation to Zhao Cheng and the rest from beginning to end, his demeanor so calm, so natural.
After his departure, the White Jade Tower was in shambles, with numerous young masters grinding their teeth in rage, their faces pale, corners of their mouths still stained with traces of blood, their expressions fiercer than the next.
Disdain, naked disdain!
Just now, everyone had perceived the demon's contempt for them.
As if he was looking at ants, all of their schemes seemed so insignificant in front of him.
Barely worth mentioning!
Exactly as just before, even though they had laid all their cards out, they were still easily annihilated by him, and he didn't even bother to give a proper reason.
"Master Zhao, what should we do next?"
