Dong Yunchuan finally snapped out of his shock.
His old face turned bright red, and he slapped his thigh forcefully, bursting into hearty laughter. His voice was so loud that it made the leaves of the locust tree rustle.
"Did you see it? Did you all see it? Wasn't I right? This is a genius! A martial arts prodigy that appears once in a century!"
He walked over to Fang Cheng, brushing others away as if protecting his precious treasure, and asked with genuine concern:
"Ah Cheng, how are you feeling? Is there anywhere you're uncomfortable?"
Wu Dewang sat by the stone table, took off his glasses, and rubbed the corners of his eyes vigorously.
Then, with a slight tremor in his voice, he looked toward Ma Jianguo.
"Senior Brother Ma, the qigong Fang Cheng demonstrated just now... could it be the sign of achievement in Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound?"
Ma Jianguo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock waves in his heart.
