Whenever Qinghe was mentioned, the darkness in Weisheng Yueren's eyes gradually faded away. The palm of his hand, raw from his nails digging into it, had lost all sensation, turning deathly pale from the tight grip that cut off its blood supply. His enchanting face and the chilling air emanating from his body revealed the danger he currently posed, as well as an aura that warned all living beings to keep away.
Seeing his eyes clear, Li Yuxuan and the other breathed a sigh of relief. Qinghe could already influence him to such an extent. Just hearing the news of her disappearance, this man who was always serious and stubborn, who no one could sway during missions, had dropped everything, heedless of the consequences. He immediately arranged for a private jet and flew toward M Country's skies with the greatest speed. Still worried, they hurried after him, barely managing to follow him onto the plane just in time before takeoff.
