Zhang Zhenlin's face was sallow, and beads of sweat dripped from his palms, even his breathing became rapid.
This old martial artist, who had dominated the Jianghu for decades, felt an unprecedented chill running up his spine from the soles of his feet at this moment!
Although Zhang's Martial Arts Hall held some influence in the Provincial City, in front of a Great Grandmaster, it was nothing more than an ant!
Not to mention, Chen Nan's strength was formidable enough to even pose a challenge to a Great Grandmaster...
"Father..." Zhang Zhilong's voice sounded as if it was choked, his usually authoritative face was now as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolling down his temples, "If Chen Nan is indeed that person... then we..."
Zhang Zhenlin slowly closed his eyes, his wrinkled eyelids twitching violently.
When he opened them again, his old and turbid eyes were filled with determination.
