Beijiang.
It was already deep into the night, and many people were sound asleep.
Suddenly, the sky seemed to rumble with the sound of rolling thunder.
Is it going to rain?
Awakened by the noise, this thought crossed many people's minds before they turned over and fell back into sleep.
However, many martial artists almost simultaneously opened their eyes.
And all of them wore a look of shock on their faces.
Because they had all sensed an overwhelmingly powerful presence arriving in Beijiang.
Who?
Who could possess such a domineering and formidable presence?
Many people were troubled by this question.
Meanwhile, at the North Town Martial Arts School, Tan Xiaoyu abruptly pushed open her father's room door, walking in with a look of shock on her face.
"Father..."
Tan Dong had also been awakened, and was sitting solemnly on the edge of his bed. Seeing his daughter enter, he gestured with his hand.
"There's no need to talk, I've already sensed it!"
