Wang Anfeng carefully stored the decades-old famous Shu Kingdom wine in the Shaolin Temple, because the remaining distance was not long, he didn't use the skinny horse, but instead hurried forward using Qinggong.
After entering the city, due to concerns about Lv Yingbo's condition, he didn't delay and went straight to the inn where he was staying.
Just as he stepped onto the stairs, he vaguely felt a strong oppressive force, like a roaring sea contained within the small room, continuously surging with tides, forming a domain indistinguishable to the naked eye, unconsciously spreading outward.
Gu Qinghan and Sheng Zhehan were standing at the door, as Sixth Rank Martial Artists, their faces were faintly blue, their legs were weak, yet they still firmly blocked the door.
