Teng Qingshan Pays Respects to His Master!
Come see me!
Unlike the previous synthesized electronic voice, these three words—
rang like a great bell, thunderously exploding in Hong's heart like a sudden enlightenment!
"This voice..."
Hong's body trembled, and ripples suddenly spread across the tranquil lake of his heart.
His self-control seemed to collapse at once, and he nearly fell headfirst from midair. Fortunately, Thunder God reacted quickly and caught him.
"Big Brother? You..."
Thunder God reached out to support Hong. Looking up, he saw that his elder brother—who had always remained calm and composed, unchanging even if Mount Tai collapsed before him—was already streaming with tears, his voice choked with emotion.
He could not help but be greatly shocked.
"Big Brother, what's wrong?"
Thunder God was bewildered and suddenly at a loss.
His elder brother had fought countless bloody battles during the Great Cataclysm and had been grievously wounded, even on the verge of death, several times without uttering a single groan. Yet now, he was shedding tears.
"I, my master, my master, my master... My master is here, he's here!"
Hong's heart burned, and tears filled his eyes.
In a daze, he once again saw the Siberian Training Camp from centuries ago—the thin, frail boy bathed in frost and nearly dead, and the gentle-faced youth in black robes.
For a moment, even someone as steady-minded as Hong found it hard to control himself.
"Your master?"
Thunder God was slightly stunned, then suddenly understood.
Only that legendary master could make his elder brother lose control like this.
"Go! To the Extreme Martial Arts Hall! Inform all the warriors and come with me to welcome Master!"
Hong took a deep breath, pushed Thunder God away, and stood up.
"Yes, Big Brother."
Thunder God's expression turned solemn.
Hong's current state made