"Yes, you can."
Just as Tang San was grieving over his inability to keep pace with Yang Ming, immersed in a tangled mixture of envy and jealousy, a quiet voice sounded behind him without the slightest warning, falling over his head like a ladle of ice water.
"Who's there?"
Tang San felt his hair stand on end. Someone had actually slipped right up behind him, and he had only noticed when she spoke?
If she had wanted to kill him, wouldn't he already have died several times over?
What was this place?
This was the Sky-Blasting Gang's headquarters!
As the master of White Tiger Hall, Tang San had always been notified beforehand whenever anyone wanted to see him. When had anyone ever approached him from behind without a sound?
As for those within the gang capable of doing so, every one of them was a powerhouse whose fame stretched back years. Why would they do something so underhanded? Just to frighten Tang San?
Besides, Tang San was cautious by nature, always walking as though on thin ice. He constantly kept his spiritual power spread around him. Although he had only just broken through to become a rank-seventy Soul Saint and his spiritual power was not particularly strong, barely allowing him to probe an area three meters in diameter around himself, it still let him keenly detect the slightest stirring of grass nearby.
Yet even so, Tang San had noticed nothing amiss before that voice rang out!
Moreover, the voice coming from behind him sounded somewhat familiar, but even more unfamiliar!
Countless thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind in that instant.
Clearly, however, Tang San's body reacted before his mind. A shiver ran through him, and he instinctively dashed several steps forward. One hand caught the railing, ready to leap from