This was none other than Wang Nancang, Sect Leader of the Hu Yi Sect and the Local Emperor of Lin'an City—a figure who could make the entire city tremble with a single stomp.
Flanking him were two men, one tall and one short. They were his two favorite disciples and, aside from him, the only other members of the Martial Arts Family in the Hu Yi Sect.
"Master, it's about time. The banquet is about to begin, and we should make our entrance."
The taller man standing to the side glanced at his watch and offered the reminder.
"Mm. In that case, let's head out."
Upon hearing this, Wang Nancang set down his teacup, rose to his feet, and prepared to leave.
Just then, however, his gaze suddenly froze. He stared at a particular spot and his body went rigid.
"Who's there!?"
His voice was like the low roar of a giant tiger.
The sound reverberated through the air, seeming powerful enough to instantly shatter anything in its path.
