As Xu Feng leisurely wrote his guides, elsewhere, the atmosphere was filled with intensity and anticipation.
SLAM!
"Can someone explain to me how did that Gentle Wind completed the Hell Mode difficulty?" A ferocious roar echoed throughout a private inn room as his palm slammed on the wooden table.
Standing in the middle of the room was Herald Fist, a towering figure with a muscular build that seemed almost too large for the confines of the inn. His eyes blazed with fury beneath a furrowed brow, and his clenched fists trembled with barely restrained rage.
The inn was filled with four other people aside from him, and they were all supposedly his trusted and capable subordinates.
Yet at the current moment, Herald Fist felt like these subordinates were a bunch of different people.
Just how incompetent could they be?
