Facing the barrage of gazes.
Zhang Jing's expression remains indifferent, without any changes, and the powerful momentum wrapped in those gazes is directly ignored by him.
It didn't even felt like a spring breeze caressing his face.
As for the person next to him.
A faintly inscrutable smile gradually reveals itself on Qu Junhou's face.
He glares back one by one.
For a moment.
The hall echoes with a muffled hum.
"Brother Qu, why bother taking them seriously?"
Zhang Jing said with a light laugh.
"Brother Zhang, it is not as you say, they are looking at me, I am looking at them, it makes sense. Who could have known that they cannot even withstand a single gaze."
Qu Junhou also responded with a smile.
"Both Senior Brothers, please take your seats!" Shen Chu, who somehow had already jogged to the two of them, respectfully said.
When he looked at Qu Junhou, an unsuppressed astonishment flashed in his eyes.
What a terrifying strength!
