Gu Shengyin naturally saw Old Master Chen's actions.
"Don't come over!"
Old Master Chen didn't listen.
That was his son!
Gu Shengyin shouted in a low voice, "White Tiger!"
A tiger's roar suddenly resounded in the room.
In front of Old Master Chen, a giant tiger, nearly as tall as an average person's chest and snow-white furred, suddenly appeared.
The tiger firmly blocked Old Master Chen, and with a push of its body, carried him to stand far away by the door.
Old Master Chen opened his mouth to curse, regretting his poor judgment that harmed his son, but when his gaze landed on Gu Shengyin, he suddenly froze.
He didn't see any blood flowing from his son's wound.
Gu Shengyin's five fingers were almost entirely embedded in Chen Biyue's chest, resembling the heart extraction in mythical tales.
In such situations, it should have been bloody, but Old Master Chen saw no blood, which soothed him slightly.
Then, he saw Gu Shengyin's hand seem to move.
