His voice rang out, "My fellow people of Cyan Yang Ancient City! This calamity was a disaster the likes of which our city has never before witnessed! Fortunately, we were blessed by the heavens, and more importantly, we had a young hero like Young Hero Chu, who stepped forward with righteous courage to turn the tide, pulling us from the jaws of death and saving our entire city from annihilation!"
"On behalf of all the people of this city, I thank Young Hero Chu!"
He cupped his hands slightly in Chu Fan's direction, making a great show of respect.
But the expected chorus of agreement and gratitude never came. Instead, an eerie silence fell over the crowd.
Everyone's gaze followed his and focused on the pale-faced youth whose clothes were stained with blood.
Chu Fan slowly raised his head. His gaze was calm, yet it held a bone-chilling cold that seemed to pierce one's very soul.
He walked toward Zhang Yunpeng, one step at a time.
