Lingjun stared blankly at the bodyguard standing behind the King of Day . His features were ordinary, but the coldness and clearness of his body and the familiar calmness and depth in his eyes made Lingjun convinced that he had fallen into the trap with him. The rule in this resurrecting formation.

Zhengze secretly made a wiping action towards Lingjun, and a warm current surged in Lingjun's heart - it was him, the mysophobic Zhengze who couldn't help but wipe his chopsticks ...