He Jinqiu's haggard appearance took Qing Chen by surprise.
It was as if he had contracted a terminal illness, with his life nearing its end.
In Qing Chen's impression, the other party always wore a meticulously neat suit, with his tie clipped to his shirt, and he held a refined Black Scepter.
His demeanor was both haughty and fierce, always standing tall and straight.
But now, He Jinqiu looked like an ordinary young man, much thinner, to the point that his suit seemed too big for him, and he had switched to a thin jacket.
Of course, his demeanor remained fierce, capable of erupting into violence at any moment, just like his Heart Sword.
No.
He Jinqiu was even more dangerous now.
When a person enters the countdown of their life, they either become timid and fear death or become fearless and advance with courage.
He was the latter.
