"What's this? What's going on?"

Ning Xiaotian's face suddenly turned to wax yellow after he was at a loss. He staggered back four steps and his eyes were round as if he had seen a ghost.

"Clatter!"

He couldn't stop the cold sweat flowing down his forehead. He stumbled down on the ground, and his mind was full of the calm-looking man.

"He, he is Zhang Hanyang?"

"He did this? Yes, it must be him."

"But how could he ...