Demon God Hall

Amid the clinking glasses and lively chatter, the cheers rang out one after another, and the atmosphere in the hall reached its peak. When the applause finally died down, a voice rang out from afar. “Old Master Tang, I heard you’re still alive, so I came specially to give you a big present!” The crowd was stunned and turned to look toward the speaker. A tall, imposing man in white strode through the entrance of the hall, carrying a briefcase. He was Xiao Chen.