"He's here!"
The sudden exclamation interrupted everyone's conversation.
Wang Hanwen and the others instinctively looked up, and other people in the Martial Arts Circle, including the elderly man in a long robe, also gazed out.
A blurry black figure appeared on the opposite river bank.
Both Whale Flow Master and Giant Elephant Master glanced sideways, and Lu Xinglong and others similarly narrowed their eyes to peer into the distance.
A figure stepped upon the river, a black shirt fluttering in the wind, rustling loudly.
The Huai River waves surged, flowing endlessly.
Yet, strangely, the water beneath his feet seemed exceptionally gentle.
It was as if points of crimson gathered under his feet, steaming and turning into a thin mist.
A six to seven-meter-large crimson fierce tiger vividly followed his every step, walking upon the river's current, indifferently advancing.
"Oh?"
