"What's the situation?" In the Medicine Hall, Yao Wuchen sat quietly on a meditation cushion and asked the Alchemist below.
"Hall Master, the two sides are locked in a fierce battle, completely evenly matched. The White Tiger Race has even summoned its White Tiger Beast Soul. It seems Shen Haoran has forced them into a corner!" the Alchemist replied, cupping his fist.
"It seems I was right. I never expected Shen Haoran to have such powerful allies. It looks like the White Tiger Race bit off more than they can chew today!" Yao Wuchen sighed softly.
"Hall Master, are we sure we shouldn't intervene? After all, the White Tiger Race has been a pillar of Central City for hundreds of years. Are we just going to watch Shen Haoran destroy them?" the Alchemist asked with a frown.
