Cheng Guang looked at Zhou Qingxu stuck to the bottom of the Flying Boat like a piece of rag clinging to the hull, with a rich smile on his face.
At this time.
Zhou Qingxu, though pale and wheezing weakly, was still conscious.
He heard Cheng Guang's voice, slowly opened his eyes, and with effort lifted his eyelids to look at Cheng Guang.
The moment Zhou Qingxu saw Cheng Guang, his whole person seemed to fray at the edges.
His already pale face became ghastly white.
"How can it be you??"
Zhou Qingxu muttered to himself, a hint of fear unavoidably spreading in his eyes.
This fear did not stem from Cheng Guang's formidable strength.
But rather, it was an unknown fear.
Zhou Qingxu realized he couldn't see through or penetrate the true nature of Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir.
Previously in Hundred Mile City, Zhou Qingxu thought he was on the verge of taking down Great Zhou.
