C53 Close at Hand

Kong Qing didn't have time to think; he instinctively shrank back behind the door.

Almost immediately, a black figure burst forth from the pavilion, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

"That's him!" Kong Qing's gaze darkened as he patted his chest, relieved. "Good thing I didn't act impulsively just now!"

As the oppressive feeling in his heart subsided