Chen Qing... had not yet arrived, and although it wasn't the agreed time yet, Siao Mingxuan was feeling more and more uneasy.
His spot was far from where the Southern Barbarians were preparing to wait, but even at that distance, he felt a tingling in his scalp every time he glanced in their direction.
The other party had only glanced at him once and then paid him no more attention, but that one look was enough that he dared not look again....
The Golden Crows were very proud; even though he had failed to awaken, he felt a mysterious sense of superiority over many of the Family Heads, high talent or not. Weichi Peng might have high talent, but Chen Qing had never looked up to the boy, knowing from the blood in his veins that he was an inferior being—no matter how talented, none could be stronger than his father or his aunt.
But Wutu Gu was different. With just one look, he knew this being was different from them!
