Chapter 639: Playing Chess

Zhang Xiaomeng followed Tang Lin to the backyard.

People had already been waiting there, their faces eager to test their mettle.

Zhang Xiaomeng glanced over this group of people; those from the Tang Family all seemed to be over fifty years old.

They appeared aged and frail at first sight, but their eyes were sharp, bright, and icy, their auras restrained. Only Zhang Xiaomeng could clearly sense the terrifying power within them.

The leader of the Tang Family resembled more a street-sweeping monk than anything else, not exactly shabby but somewhat worn, and so were the others.

If an outsider were to come in, they might wonder: after decades of modernization, were there still those who endured harsh training in the mountains?

Upon seeing Zhang Xiaomeng, the five Tang Family experts in front couldn't help but stiffen, sizing him up and down.

Zhang Xiaomeng briefly explained his intentions and then gestured for them to proceed.

"I'll go first," he said.