The music from the banquet seemed faraway, and the sound of the wind brushing through the leaves of surrounding trees and bushes filled the dimly lit parking area.
In one corner amongst the rows of luxury cars, two tall men faced each other in a silent conflict of tremendous aura of qigong.
Earlier, when the couple was about to return to their car, Linfeng suddenly felt an attack of qigong coming his way. He automatically set up his defenses, pushed his Young Miss behind him, and fought back silently. His peach blossom eyes narrowed into dark pools as he stared in one direction.
The air turned heavier, making the surrounding air difficult to breathe in.
Xiong Zhi could not sense qigong, however, she could sense an intense undercurrent in the atmosphere. It brought a heavy pressure to her chest, as if she was engulfed in seawater all the way to her neck. Every breath was heavy.
