The moment Qin Feng walked into the private room, the once-lively atmosphere fell silent.
All eyes, as one, focused on him.
At that moment, Shi Dang was sitting at the table, his face flushed and his eyes shining with excitement and pride. He was clearly in the middle of an impassioned story.
Beside him, Xiong Yanfu, Lei Meng, and the others were gathered around, their faces a mixture of lingering fear and admiration.
"The situation back then was a real close call! That Believer of Khorne was a total madman. He wielded a Blood-colored Giant Axe like a windmill, and in front of him, Tie Mu's and my defenses were like paper—they shattered at the slightest touch!"
The bald Lei Meng's voice was loud, yet tinged with a hint of residual fear. He forcefully slapped Shi Dang's thick shoulder.
