His voice was ice-cold and sharp, bringing about a sense of torment to those who heard him.
He Niancheng remained where he was standing, his icy gaze piercing the surrounding air and falling upon Gu Qingmo with precision.
It caused the latter's heart to tighten.
Gu Qingjiu paused in shock too, unable to fathom why this usually cold and aloof Chief Instructor was suddenly speaking up for her.
The instant he spoke, Huo Yingcheng's indignant gaze turned to look at He Niancheng, then towards the baffled looking Gu Qingjiu. Stroking his chin, he felt somewhat amused.
Gu Qingmo's brows furrowed as she looked at He Niancheng.
He was astounded.
This man's gaze was way too scary.
The other party was like fish meat waiting to be minced up on the chopping board and without the slightest bit of power to struggle.
Was this person Qingjiu's Chief Instructor?