Seeing Lan Gongliang call out his name, Shen Qing's mind went blank, and his blood surged within him.
He had just realized the danger, having concealed his identity with great difficulty.
He had thought it was foolproof, but unexpectedly, such a scenario had unfolded.
Now, with Lan Gongliang's slight hint, he felt as if he had been pushed to the forefront of a storm, tensing every muscle in his body.
Xue Zhao was originally out to avenge his son's murder, stifling a bellyful of fire for not finding the murderer.
Finding that the murderer was right under his nose, and that he had almost been deceived, only added fuel to the fire.
Shen Qing looked at Lan Gongliang, who seemed delighted by the trouble, "I really 'thank' you!"
"Are you Shen Qing?" Xue Zhao's manifested Primordial Spirit appeared vividly alive, his face animated with an intense killing intent that surged palpably.
"Very well, very well!" Xue Zhao laughed in extreme anger.
