Chaos reigned over the VIP room.

Aside from the table next to Ling Xian, every piece of item and furniture in room shattered under the pressure of the attack. Ling Xian’s power was indisputable.

"How terribly strong!"

Looking back at Ling Xian, who was seated next to the table, unfazed, Zhao Zong Hua shuddered in fear.

"I appreciate it, manager Zhao." Ling Xian responded as he took another sip of the tea.

Zhao Zong Hua grew increasingly irate as he watched Ling Xian act with such disregard. But he had no choice but to confront his anger on his own, fearing the consequences of angering Ling Xian. Thus he asked cautiously, "What’s the meaning of this, to show off your prowess?"

"Somewhat. I had just completed my meditative practice of the body. I wish to see how well it works." Ling Xian curled his lips and began comforting him, "Do not fright, I naturally have my reasons. Now, feel how much power you have left."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Zong Hua frowned. Despite not knowing Ling Xian’s inten