Amidst the heaven-wide thunder, Zheng Fa and two others stood facing each other.
The Mystical Gate Mirror in Chen Ting's possession trembled lightly under the impact of the seal, humming as it returned to Chen Ting's embrace, its radiant surface now much dimmer.
Just like the look in Chen Ting's eyes.
He looked at Master Pang, standing beside Zheng Fa, his lips quivered as if hesitating over how to address him.
Master Pang was looking at him as well, his gaze complex.
At the side, Zheng Fa couldn't help but hold his breath—this scene of master and disciple meeting and then loving and killing one another.
He himself should probably be hiding under the carriage.
After a moment of silence.
Chen Ting raised both hands.
His sudden move startled Master Pang, who stepped forward to shield Zheng Fa.
Clearly on guard against a sneak attack on Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa suddenly felt Chen Ting's stare a bit piercing:
