"Cousin Yuesheng!" Qin Hai exclaimed.
Qin Yuesheng quickly turned his head to look, and saw that the edge of the plate on the table suddenly had several cracks within the blink of an eye, even the wooden chopsticks Qin Hai was holding tilted downward.
"What kind of martial arts is this?" Qin Yuesheng couldn't help but wonder to himself.
Crack crack crack!
As this man walked into the inn, the entire inn immediately started to creak, not only did the wooden tables and chairs, but even the beams made a creaking noise, making people's hearts tremble, fearing that the inn's hall would suddenly collapse.
The couple who had been sitting and drinking tea suddenly laughed and said, "Master Lian, you'd better withdraw your divine abilities quickly, if this continues, I'm afraid this place will collapse."
"Master Lian?"
As soon as this was said, everyone was suddenly shocked.
"Could it be 'Mountains Like Its Presence' Master Lian Baishan?"
