Shu Guan's gaze swept around carriage number 18 and then settled on Rong Miao. He, of course, also saw Xu Chuxiang, but at this moment, his eyes were fixed solely on Rong Miao.
Then Shu Guan smiled and walked towards Rong Miao.
The young monk's face turned cold, and he scoffed again.
"I thought you were someone of significance, but you are merely at the Initial Recognition Realm."
With a scoff, the young monk flicked his finger on the rim of the tall wine glass in front of him.
The bright red liquid inside the glass suddenly shot out, but this time it didn't form a blossom like before; instead, it transformed into a red arrow flying toward Shu Guan.
Shu Guan was still looking at Rong Miao, striding towards her.
At that moment, it seemed his eyes held nothing else.
The red liquid arrow closed in rapidly before him.
A golden "Pan" character faintly appeared above Shu Guan's head.
