Qin Feng's face was as tight and cold as a piece of stone. A flame of fury burned in his eyes, though he forcefully suppressed it.
Yet the manic, churning spiritual energy around him could not conceal his inner agitation and unease.
The disciples of the Great Qin Dynasty beside him all wore solemn expressions, gripping their weapons tightly, as if waiting for a single command from Qin Feng to strike immediately.
Chapter 48