At this moment, all the images of Chen Dengming's composed demeanor, his plain speech, his unassuming appearance, overlapped in his mind, exploding like thousands of thunderclaps...
"Luo Huatian!"
The voice that came from Chen Dengming's mouth was still so calm and flat.
The Golden Core Luo Huatian and his disciple Master Qiandan both trembled slightly, immediately leaning in to listen respectfully, their hearts pounding like rabbits.
It seemed as though his calm voice could determine life and death, akin to the authority of thunder from the heavens.
"Junior Luo Huatian is here, please enlighten me, senior!" With fear trembling at his heartstrings, Luo Huatian had to feign composure and respectfulness, hoping his attitude might redeem him.
He surely knew what he was doing, he even vaguely guessed Chen Dengming's identity, an identity frightening enough to split his soul from his body.
