The Dance of Ancient Souls

The living room exuded an aura of unnerving calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that raged outside. Zhang Yiming sat with a smug expression, his confidence unwavering as he trusted his elite guards and agents to handle the threat that had dared to encroach upon his domain.

However, that smugness was swiftly replaced by shock when Li Chen strode through the entrance, his presence radiating an unmistakable aura of power and determination.

"And who might you be?" Zhang Yiming sneered, his eyes narrowing as he took in the unexpected intruder.

Li Chen's gaze swept over the room, taking in the forms of Li Xinjie, Sun Lixia, Cen Yuhuan, and the bearded stranger. His eyes locked onto Li Xinjie, and with a subtle nod, he spoke, "I think Shadow might need you outside. I will handle this."