Pu chi, pu chi.
The sound of two jets of blood echoed as Song Yun threw two pieces of glass shards, piercing the knees of Xie Laoda and Xie Laoer simultaneously. They screamed in agony and fell to the ground.
Song Yun said, "Now, can you call out Old Man Xuan?"
"We'll call, we'll call right away."
Xie Laoda hurriedly took out his phone but before he could dial, Song Yun raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "No need, he's here."
Everyone was bewildered, the hall was quiet, not a sound or sign of anyone entering.
Just then, a gust of wind blew into the hall. Before anyone could grasp what was happening, a middle-aged man dressed in a navy-blue casual suit appeared inside the hall.
This man's appearance was somewhat similar to Xuan Wei, undoubtedly, it must be Xuan Wei's father, Xuan Ye.
"Ah Wei, you... your Dantian was destroyed!"
