Chen Feng had just returned to Song Xiaoqian's dormitory when his face was filled with rage. He saw Tang Long unconscious on the ground, and Song Xiaoqian was nowhere to be seen. Chen Feng checked Tang Long's pulse and found that he had only been knocked out, with no life-threatening danger, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected the opponent to use the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain.
However, what he couldn't figure out was that Tang Long was not a weak fighter; how could he have been knocked out without putting up a resistance? Could it be that the adversary was a master? Chen Feng furrowed his brows and sniffed hard at the air, detecting a faint scent. He walked over to the room's air vent and noticed a few remaining drops of water, which didn't seem to come from a fragrant soporific. Chen Feng walked around inside the room and suddenly sensed something, becoming incredibly furious all at once.
"Dong Shengji, you're seeking death!"