Chen Xu's Judgment

Feeling the howling wind around him, Chen Xu rapidly approached the Martial Pavilion.

As he drew closer, Chen Xu's physique constantly shifted until he finally took on the appearance of the Tiger King, a middle-aged man.

The information the young girl had provided was somewhat credible, but Chen Xu could not simply take it as fact. He had to verify it himself.

Of course, the verification process might be somewhat bloody, unsuitable for Chen Xu, Great Abyss's outstanding genius, to carry out. At times like this, the Martial Alliance's exceptional elder, the Tiger King, had to make an appearance.

He took out a set of black robes from his Space Ring and put them on, then landed lightly atop the Martial Pavilion without making a sound.

Bright light shone through the glass windows. Yan Zhengping sat upright before his desk, carefully reading through the documents his subordinates had submitted.

"Pavilion Master, you stay up every night reviewing documents and get less than four hours of rest. If this continues, I'm afraid your health..." The secretary standing across from the desk had a trace of concern in his eyes. Even if the Pavilion Master was a Ninth Stage Martial Artist with a constitution far beyond that of ordinary people, keeping this up every day would eventually wear his body down.

"You needn't worry about me. Xiao Xie, go get some rest first." Yan Zhengping set down the document folder, his tone gentle.

Meeting Yan Zhengping's gaze, Xiao Xie's face flushed faintly. He lowered his voice and said, "It's fine, Pavilion Master. I'm not that tired yet."

Yan Zhengping nodded lightly and picked up the documents again. "Have you taken care of Deputy Pavilion Master Zhai's affairs?"

At the mention of Deputy Pavilion Master Zhai, the blush on Xiao Xie's face vanished