Upon hearing his words, Tangmo's eyes darted around, then shifted toward Hu Daoke, who stood behind her like an iron tower. Instantly, a plan formed in her mind.
She let out a faint cough, furrowed her brows, and spoke solemnly, "This man is the Black Tortoise under the Saint Disciple's command. Not only is his martial skill extraordinary, but he can lift thousands of pounds with ease. Should he grow angry, even clear skies would gather clouds, and gentle breezes would turn fierce."
Hu Daoke stood stiffly in place, not daring to move an inch. He had no idea what Tangmo had in mind, and consequently, every fiber of his being was tense.
Luckily, he wore a terrifying Ghost Race mask over his face, concealing his awkward expression from everyone else.
As Tangmo spoke, she deliberately glanced at Anxiang Cai. Sure enough, under the oppressive presence of the towering figure, Anxiang Cai's face betrayed fear.
