Situ Jingyu looked at Zhao Hai calmly. Zhao Hai had been very calm ever since he met situ Jingyu. He didn't have any aura around him. Although situ Jingyu didn't think Zhao Hai was weaker than him, he had no idea how strong Zhao Hai was. After all, Zhao Hai was only a true disciple a few years ago. But this time, he could feel Zhao Hai's strength.
Zhao Hai was just looking at him, but his eyes seemed to be able to see through him. It was as if there was nothing he could hide from Zhao Hai. Most importantly, when Zhao Hai looked at him, he felt like he was completely suppressed. He didn't even dare to move. Cold sweat had already formed on his forehead, but he still didn't dare to move.
