A tempestuous storm raged in the man's indifferent eyes. His breath hitched, his heart seizing in his chest. But just as quickly, the familiar yet strange feeling vanished.
Ze Sheng pressed a hand to his forehead, wearily massaging his temples. 'No, that's not right. My Wamiya should be...'
"King, that beautiful female has been asking to see you. Should I let her in?"
Ze Sheng's gaze fell upon the Beast Servant at the door who had come to report. He nodded, a faint warmth melting the icy indifference in his eyes, and the corners of his perfectly shaped lips curled up slightly.
A moment later, a female with black hair and black eyes appeared before him, surrounded by Beast Servants.
