"Li Zhaoran?"
Zheng Ming called out the name of the rich merchant's son.
No response. The small leather shoe slowly retreated into the room and disappeared from sight.
He instinctively felt something was wrong and swiftly formed a handprint spell. A vague Fear Shadow flashed behind him and then quickly concealed itself.
Step by step, Zheng Ming moved closer to the room.
He thought to release the Fear Shadow to probe, but worried about harming the rich merchant's son.
Although the Fear Shadow's material impact was weak, it still had a mental effect on children.
Snap.
Finally, he entered the room.
Inside, a little boy around eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a white tracksuit, stood with his back to him, staring out the window.
"Li Zhaoran? What are you looking at?" Even though Zheng Ming had found the boy, a strange discomfort rose in his heart.
"Grandma."
The boy replied.
