Practising The Tiger Prowl Technique

Xiong Yan forced himself to remain calm and collected, his expression unreadable despite the scornful voices of the cultivators echoing within the inn.

Their mocking tones grated against his ears, but he refused to let his composure crack.

Xiao Ming, on the other hand, seemed entirely unbothered, his demeanor tranquil as if he were lost in thought, pondering matters far more significant than the petty disdain of those around him.

To him, these affairs were trivial, unworthy of his attention—especially when compared to the weight of his own ambitions.

Xiong Yan's malicious gaze lingered on Xiao Ming, but the latter paid it no mind. With a calm stride, Xiao Ming rose from his seat, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

He had no further business here; his meal was finished, and his path lay elsewhere.

Without a backward glance, he walked toward the door, his figure unhindered by the tension thickening the air.