Tip of an Iceberg

The Lord tier deadly beast's corpse lay shattered in the ground nearby.

Lord Guanjun stood with his hands behind his back in front of the beast, looking at his six disciples, Bei Moi, Yang Qingshan, Nan Gongfan, Feng Hanyue, Zhao Feng,and Zhao Yufei.

The six youths were the elite prodigies of Guanjun Province City, but Lord Guanjun’s attention was mainly focused on Bei Moi.

“A chance?” Zhao Feng’s eyes twinkled, he didn’t know what Lord Guanjun meant?

On the way here, Zhao Feng had seen what had happened between the two, including all the actions. But he couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Master, what do you mean?” Feng Hanyue asked, unable to conceal his curiosity.

The biggest chance he had to change his destiny was to become Lord Guanjun’s disciple. Awaiting the answer, the others were all anticipating.

“This chance is also your Master’s wish…” Lord Guanjun sighed softly as his eyes looked into the distance with longing, hate, anticipation, and other complex emotions.