"Wei shidi, is what you said true?" Liang Wei's mentioning of it made Zhuo Qingyang take notice. After thinking for a moment, Zhuo Qingyang frowned and focused his gaze on Wei Mingcheng, asking sharply. His eagle-like eyes seemed to want to see through Wei Mingcheng's heart.
Wei Mingcheng had just stepped into the Innate realm not long ago and had decent talent, but facing Zhuo Qingyang, a master of the third stage of Innate, he felt immense pressure, almost suffocating him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhou Feng and Zhuo Qingwei. Seeing Zhou Feng's seemingly "enjoyable" expression and posture, a nameless fire rose in his heart. He wished that it was him resting on Zhuo Qingwei's soft chest instead of Zhou Feng.
