More and more assassins began flooding into Lin City.
After all, nobody could resist the incident that occurred in the Valley of Hidden Swords.
As a result, the population of Zhong Luo City swelled even further.
Tang Zhong, on the other hand, was in no hurry.
Over these days, he had not felt any urgency at all; as long as Li Linglong was in Xuanjing City, nothing would go wrong.
He trusted Li Linglong—behind him stood the Dragon Group. Those assassins targeted him, Tang Zhong, but to go up against the entire Dragon Group? They were far from ready.
That afternoon, Tang Zhong found a coffee shop to enjoy some coffee. For Tang Zhong, cultivating the energy within his body was the proper thing to do.
But because of the too casual clothes he was wearing, he was blocked at the entrance before he could even step in.
The uniformed female waitress refused Tang Zhong, "Sir, the minimum spending here is 888. Please consider your means!"