Opposite Chen Fenghua stood a somewhat familiar-looking young man.
This is...
"Zhang Beixing?"
Among the Chen Family descendants who rushed over, someone recognized Zhang Beixing and immediately whispered.
Then they grew somewhat confused. What seemed to be missing from the scene? Where was the tiger that had roared just moments ago?
The Chen Family descendants searched the hall, trying to find any trace of the tiger.
As they searched, HISS...
After a long silence, Elder Chen sharply inhaled, as if waking from a dream.
He shot to his feet.
Taking two steps at a time, he quickly approached Zhang Beixing, interrupting their sparring.
Elder Chen scrutinized Zhang Beixing, the shock on his face impossible to conceal. "What sound did you just make?"
"Just... a tiger's roar. What's wrong?" Zhang Beixing asked, somewhat puzzled.
Isn't it obvious?
"How is this possible!" Elder Chen's eyes, wide as a tiger's, bulged with disbelief.
