On the third floor of the Steel Bone Tower, Tang Sen sat imposingly in the main seat of the central stage, clad in a mysterious black armor. Standing below him was a tall, burly middle-aged man.
The man was bald, with sharp eyebrows shaped like long knives making him appear very serious. His gaze was fierce and determined, and on his left cheek, a long scar split his mouth into two halves, extending all the way into the neck of his shirt.
Just from appearances, one could tell this man was a fierce warrior with incredible strength.
However, under Tang Sen's compelling gaze on the third floor of the Steel Bone Tower, the middle-aged man was feeling an increasingly heavy pressure over his heart.
The man was Tu Tong, who had come to take on a residential mission. Forty years old and without a family, he had devoted his life to martial arts, achieving the peak of the Mortal Realm at the age of thirty-four. Among common martial artists, he was among the best.
