C225 Master Who Almost Vomited Blood

Zhang Xing stood with his hands folded in his sleeves, gazing up at the sky, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him.

"Hey kid, I'm talking to you. Scram!"

Master Hong Guang's face twisted into a snarl.

"The place is full. You'll have to wait for the next one," Zhang Xing replied, his voice steady and calm.

Hearing an echo of his own tone in Zhang Xing's response