A single slap might just send it to meet its ancestors.
Driven by fear, it couldn't help but shrink back into the cage, curling up into a ball, its ears nearly glued to its scalp—it was on the verge of a full-on freak-out.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing furrowed his brows.
This tiger! It growls when it shouldn't and stays quiet when it should.
But never mind. If it's not growling, it's not a big deal.
Zhang Beixing brought the phone back to his ear. "So, Teacher Liu, that's the situation in a nutshell, but the key point isn't the tiger; it's my current strength."
"I've mastered the release of Vital Energy; I am now a Grandmaster!"
Saying so, Zhang Beixing, worried that Liu Yi had missed the crux of his words, deliberately emphasized the phrases 'release of Vital Energy' and 'Grandmaster,' his tone full of self-satisfaction.
Even though he wasn't familiar with Great Xia's martial arts scene, through previous conversations with Liu Yi and Elder Chen, Zhang Beixing had come to know.
