The Hidden Fang Revealing Itself
At this moment, Evan was already outside the Lockheart Family Martial Arts Hall.
Morning sunlight spilled across the stone courtyard outside the massive building, reflecting against the crimson banners hanging beside the entrance. Ancient-style lanterns swayed gently beneath the breeze while dozens of luxury vehicles lined the road below the mountain path leading toward the hall.
The entire atmosphere carried an invisible pressure.
Today was not merely an Ancient Martial Arts Conference.
Today was a battlefield hidden beneath smiles.
Beside Evan stood Lina Ashford and Liza Voss.
Today, both women wore casual clothes instead of their usual disguises.
