If the looks cast towards Zheng Qing in the hall earlier were merely 'examining' and somewhat 'sharp', then at the moment his portrait kissed the fingertips of Su Shijun's portrait, the scrutiny mixed with many nameless curses, and those 'sharp' glances seemed to transform into lethal arrows, as if swearing to pierce someone's heart with a thousand arrows.
Zheng Qing was very grateful that he chose the set with the strongest magic defense when selecting his attire.
Even so, a few of the tiny golden runes that were originally happily moving on his robe visibly dimmed, and their movements slowly became sluggish.
This scene scared him pale, making him want to quickly escape from this battlefield.
"What are you looking at?"
Dylan emerged from some corner again, holding three glasses, and asked in a haunting tone.
"Looking at the mural."
