After watching Huo Yuhao summon Blue Silver Grass, Tang Ziran clearly looked as though he had yet to process it. Then he saw the vital signs of his five colleagues, whose lives had all but ended here, stabilize under Huo Yuhao's ministrations.
Tang Ziran looked at Huo Yuhao in disbelief. Huo Yuhao stood up, surveyed the surroundings, then turned toward Tang Ziran beside him.
Facing Huo Yuhao's direct gaze, Tang Ziran stood rooted to the spot. He had wanted to express his gratitude, but his nervousness now left him unable to speak.
After all, the abilities Huo Yuhao had displayed made Tang Ziran believe he was a Titled Douluo-the highest level of cultivation Tang Ziran could imagine.
As an ordinary person, Tang Ziran might have enjoyed a somewhat privileged life in his youth, but he had spent most of his time scrambling to make a living. Without any Soul Power himself, the highest level of cultivation he could hear about and encounter was that of a Titled Douluo.
Seeing Tang Ziran like this, Huo Yuhao reached out and patted his shoulder, sending a strand of Spiritual Power to soothe his nervousness as he said, "Calm down. Relax. Put the chair down..."
Only then did Tang Ziran feel his heart, which had been pounding wildly with nerves, finally begin to settle. He also realized that he was still clutching a chair tightly in front of himself.
He immediately put the chair down and wanted to say something to the person before him, but Huo Yuhao headed toward the back before he could speak.
Then came the sound of the doorknob turning. Lang Yue and the others hiding inside backed away in fear, huddling in a corner of the cramped room.
But when the door opened, it was not those "security" personnel