He gave a light cough, brushed away some nonexistent dust from his sleeves, and spoke to Chen Baichuan and the others, whose faces were as pale as ashes. His tone was casual yet carried a hint of arrogance: "You need not panic, everyone. It is merely a dragon's roar."
"A... a mere dragon's roar?" Chen Baichuan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Had this Daoist Friend Zhao lost his mind from fright?
With his hands clasped behind his back, Zhao Jinlou looked out in the direction from which the dragon's roar had come, his expression calm and collected: "An old acquaintance of mine is simply saying hello. It is nothing, truly nothing. They must have found our commotion here too noisy and wished to reclaim their peace and quiet."
Chapter 189