No one knows what happened that night. Even his good friend went missing. Fang Yan searched high and low but still couldn't find any trace, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.
Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, yet there's still no sign. Now, it's rare to see Chen Tianlong use this move, the ultimate skill of an old friend, and Fang Yan feels like he's discovered a new continent, asking frantically.
"Chen Tianlong, who is your master? What's his name?"
"Oh, my master is called Chen Tian, but he's in Lotus Village and seldom visits big cities."
"Chen Tian?"
Fang Yan was taken aback. Obviously, he hadn't given up, although what Chen Tianlong said didn't quite resemble his friend. Back then, Chen Feng was a martial arts expert, a peerless master. How could he be hiding in a small village?
Chen Tianlong thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket and pointed to the person on the screen, saying, "This is my master?"
