Luo Qingtong, accompanied by the Little Netherworld Venerate, returned to the low-level class dormitory. Just as they crossed a corridor in the Tianyu Branch, they suddenly heard suffocated groans and roars emerging from a dark grove.
Suppressed, desperate, resentful.
The scent of death spread out, and with her keen senses, Luo Qingtong turned her head to glance into the grove.
There she saw a person collapsed on the ground, while another young man was gasping for air, leaning against a large tree nearby.
Feeling Luo Qingtong's gaze, the young man abruptly lifted his head, his eyes fiercely glancing back at her.
Within those deep, suffocating eyes reminiscent of midnight, hatred, despair, and murderous intent filled every inch.
He had been seen.
Sima Jue looked at Luo Qingtong with ferocious eyes, as a surge of murderous intent exploded within him, like a tempest overwhelming the heavens.
For a moment, he wanted to kill Luo Qingtong, the witness to his murder.
