Li Cheng ignored Li Shifan's words, his expression grave and wary as he stared at Zhang Deming.
After a long moment, seeing no change in Zhang Deming, he finally asked hesitantly, "You... are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Deming looked baffled. He glanced down at himself in confusion and said, "Senior, are you asking if I'm injured?
"Ha, don't worry. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. It just used up a lot of energy, but it's nothing serious."
Li Cheng studied Zhang Deming intently for a long moment. Finding nothing abnormal about him, his deep, ethereal eyes flickered, and he let out a low sigh.
"Sigh, I'm getting old.
"The young people these days... each one is harder to understand than the last. You two can sort this out yourselves!"
With that, he said no more and simply vanished from the sky.
The scroll in the sky sank back into the space between Li Shifan's brows.
'That old geezer... Looks like he knew for sure about that eerie, cold air, and he knew it entered my body.'
