But Han Liang’s murderous air froze. He turned woodenly towards his distorted grandson Han Tongfei and asked, “What did you call him just now?”

Han Tongfei thought that the expression on his Grandfather’s face was a little strange, but answered just the same, “Huang Xiaolong ah, Grandfather, what’s wrong?”

“Huang-Huang Xiaolong!” Han Liang dazed momentarily, stuttering the name. All of a sudden, the overwhelming pressure that he was exuding receded like the tide.

Han Liang had recently returned from his Enforcement Hall duties outside, due to which he had missed spectating the last batch’s disciples’ rankings competition with other Elders and Grand Elders. But he had learned about Huang Xiaolong from other Elders and Grand Elders’ messages. In the last batch of disciples’ rankings competition, not only Huang Xiaolong had snatched the first place, but he was also the overall champion!

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