Upon hearing Xie Chengzu's words, Li Yan and the others looked at each other.
To be honest, this old man had the look of someone who would jinx with his words, and he spoke in an unpleasant and ominous manner.
But judging by his appearance, it seemed like he was genuinely frightened.
Similarly scared was Zhang Sibei, this young man was also indecisive, trembling all over, completely at a loss.
On the other hand, "Fast Ship Zhang," being an old hand in the pugilistic world, responded in a deep voice with clasped hands: "Sir, please make yourself clear. Even if we must face death, let us die understandingly!"
Xie Chengzu glanced at Li Yan, gritted his teeth, then turned and instructed his disciple: "Go, fetch the Divine Concealing Cloth."
"Yes, Master."
His disciple quickly turned around and soon returned with a piece of red cloth.
