Qin Li's shout was like a lion's roar. Nearly everyone hiding on all sides of Phoenix Mountain heard it; it was even audible for miles from the South Shore.
Standing atop a peak on the East Shore, Hu frowned and said, "I think I heard the Young Master's voice. Did you guys hear anything?"
In private, Hu and the others all addressed Qin Li respectfully as "Young Master." Nothing can be accomplished without standards. If Qin Li became powerful in the future and they were still casually calling him "little bro," others would surely take offense, even if Qin Li himself didn't mind. As adults, they all understood this well.
Leng Yao's brow furrowed slightly as she gazed southward. "That sounded like him! Could he be in danger?"
"Then what should we do?" Bu Yunyan asked, a little nervous.
