Upon having this thought, Yang Xiao, standing at the prow of the painted boat, felt an uncontrollable urge to gasp for air.
If his willpower had not been astonishing, allowing him to maintain a firm grip on his own emotions, it would not have been just an urge, but he would have actually gasped for air.
He had not expected that in this world, there truly existed those whose strength was unfathomable to him as well.
His earlier thoughts had somewhat underestimated this world, overestimating himself.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the myriad complex thoughts in his mind.
At this moment, he was certain that retreat was not an option; since he could not retreat, the only choice was to steel himself and move forward.
Even if the owner of that silhouette harbored malice toward him, it was highly likely he would meet his end here.
Knowing there were tigers in the mountain, yet still heading towards Tiger Mountain had been a decision he had made long ago.
