Meng Hao strode out, back straight, long hair draped over his shoulders like a cloak. His expression was grave and stern, as if his rise to prominence gave him a blinding aura that no one could ignore.
When the Chosen in the pavilion saw that it was Meng Hao who was walking toward them, a variety of different expressions could be seen.
Li Ling’er’s face flickered with hatred as she stared at him.
Sun Hai’s eyes went wide, he took a deep breath, and subconsciously edged backward.
Song Luodan and Taiyang Zi saw Meng Hao at the same time, and their eyes shone with piercing light.
Then there was Fan Dong’er, whose gaze turned as sharp as a dagger. In that moment, she had no stronger desire than the wish to chop Meng Hao into tiny pieces. She began to pant, and it suddenly became impossible for her to maintain her previously stoic expression.
“Meng Hao….”