Wang Chong was dealing with documents when he suddenly gave a cold laugh and said, "Is that Great Grandmaster Han Hexuan? Why are you hiding your head and showing your tail this time?"
During this period, his study of the Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiend Chapter had sharpened his six senses to a miraculous degree. He easily detected a concealed killing intent outside. Before his seclusion, he might well have failed to notice it.
A deep, powerful voice said, word by word, "You have mistaken me for someone else, Prince of Yan."
Greatly surprised, Wang Chong drifted out of his study and saw a powerfully built giant, at least two meters tall, standing on a nearby rooftop ridge. The man naturally possessed an awe-inspiring divine majesty, like a heavenly god, making one feel an irresistible urge to bow down in worship. A subtle tremor passed through Wang Chong's mind, and he blurted out, "Zhao Feishan?"
The giant called back, neither loudly nor softly, "You are indeed extraordinary, Prince of Yan. I am Zhao Feishan."
"Not long ago, I broke into Chang'an and exchanged twelve moves with your Mother Empress. All her ministers came, but I did not retreat. That encounter left me wanting more, so I came to meet Your Highness."
Before Wang Chong's eyes, a whirlwind suddenly rose around the Turkic State Preceptor, linking earth and sky, as though a demon had begun wreaking havoc out of thin air. Then a great mass of storm came rushing straight at him. This was no longer martial arts. A phrase even sprang into Wang Chong's mind, not entirely apt, yet perfectly suited to his feelings: "summoning wind and rain."
Zhao Feishan was like someone summoning wind and rain!
Boundless storms followed every movement of his hands and feet.
Wang Chong shot