A secret chamber in the Seven-Star Tower.
At this moment, Yan Tong stood guard outside the secret chamber, a strange cold glint in his expression, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes. But it flickered unsteadily, as if he was making a significant decision, ultimately deciding against it.
Inside the chamber, Duan Xingnan sat alone in an armchair, his fingers lightly tapping the table. Only Wang Peng stood by his side, his expression rather apprehensive. It was understandable, after all, the man before him was a legendary hero in the Martial Combat Realm, how could he not feel apprehensive facing such an extraordinary figure?
"Speak, what's going on?" Duan Xingnan continued to lightly tap the table, addressing Wang Peng indifferently, the implication in his words was self-evident.
Wang Peng trembled as he spoke, "This matter started because of my son..."
