"Such a proud youth!"
"Even in death, I must stand, standing tall with a straight back!"
At this moment, the look people cast toward Qin Chen and his companion suddenly filled with a bit more admiration.
Ning Jia and the others, being the strongest disciples of the Four-star Sect, naturally carried pride as well.
But it was different from Qin Chen and his companion.
The pride of Ning Jia and his fellows was superficial.
Whereas Qin Chen and his fellow, it came from within, from their very bones.
This was not arrogance, but self-pride!
Unyielding!
Neither servile nor overbearing!
Qin Chen's eyes, glaring blood-red, were fixed on Lu Hu, who had previously said the two couldn't even stand. This made Lu Hu's gaze shift away momentarily.
Those eyes were utterly terrifying.
Just then,
Little Strange, who had been perched on Qin Chen's shoulder all this while, exhibited trembling emotions.
Qin Chen, surprised, glanced at Little Strange in this state.
