C58 Pulse Opening Stage Level Nine

"Who did this to Hu'er?"

Zhang Batian's expression was dark and foreboding as he gazed upon the unconscious Zhang Hu, lying in bed. The sinister scar trailing from the corner of his eye made the Spirit Martial Level Six expert appear even more intimidating.

"It was... someone from the Cloud Facing Pavilion," the burly man with the twisted beard stammered