As this young man appeared, the entire atrium turned as cold as ice and those whose physical skills were at low levels began to shiver.
The cool young man slowly walked closer towards the center of the atrium. With every step he took, Lian Shaojing could feel the pressure in his heart increase by one-fold. He was surprised and terrified because he discovered that he couldn't see through the young man's power level.
"Who is he? Why does he make me feel afraid?" On the side of Lian Shaojing's forehead, droplets of sweats were trickling down to his face. It didn't drip to the collar of his uniform, but he didn't wipe it because his intuition told him that if he moved, danger would be upon him.
Ling Lan walked past Luo Chao and Han Xuya with her eyes focused on them. Her originally cold and heartless gaze instantly became somewhat warm as she said, "Luo Chao, Xuya, we were late."