In the empty room.
Xu Zhe stood on the ground, looking at the man in front of him. He hadn't expected that after offering his notes, the man wouldn't take care of Jingyao but instead called him alone into the room.
Xu Zhe also observed Chen Feng. This person's age didn't look like much, but his face naturally carried an air of authority, especially his eyebrows, which seemed to be chiseled like knives, filled with a killing aura.
Yang Zheng's strength relied on his ability to consume the souls of beasts and then transform their voices and appearances to intimidate others.
But this man carried an innate intimidation, not relying on external forces. He himself was like a beast, devouring without spitting out the bones, making one's scalp tingle and dare not meet his gaze directly.
Chen Feng's fingers tapped on the chair, making a "bang bang" sound, and after a while, he spoke in a faint tone: "Your woman is quite pretty."
"You..." Xu Zhe widened his eyes, not knowing what to say.
