C335 The Mountain Collapsed at the Top

Even while seated, Zhou Qi's posture was as straight as a pine tree. His face, framed by a white beard, was gaunt, yet his eyes were deep and bright, like sharp beams cutting through the air. Few in the world could withstand such a gaze.

Meng Zhen was one of them.

To be precise, the authority and intensity in Meng Zhen's eyes at this moment could only be matched by Zhou Qi