"Is there an issue?"
The elder spoke, his voice deep and powerful to the extreme. Invisibly, it carried an overwhelming aura that could not be expressed in words. Across the vast distances, through the phone, Zhao Long on the other end felt his scalp tingle and his throat choked up.
"Elder Wang, when, when can you arrive in Yang City? I've encountered some problems here again, and if you don't come soon, I..."
"In five days, at the inauguration ceremony of the president of the Yang City Martial Arts Association, I will make my appearance."
The elder didn't let Zhao Long finish his words and hung up the phone with an indifferent tone.
"Boom."
The elder placed the phone aside and then threw a casual punch.
Ten feet away, there was a stone table in its original form.
The moment the elder threw his punch, the stone table shattered with a loud bang, turning into powder.
"Whew."
The elder took a deep breath and murmured to himself in a low voice.
