In Xu Feng's perception, the pedestrians coming and going on the street were mostly strong beings at the Fifth or Sixth Realm.
Although they all concealed their auras, the inadvertent expressions of Dao Rhythm put enormous pressure on him, who was at the Third Realm.
It felt as if mountains of the Dao weighed upon his shoulders.
He knew this was a natural response when facing stronger beings of a higher level.
Seeing Xu Feng's reaction, the young man slightly raised his hand, instantly dissipating the surrounding Dao Rhythm that had been emitted.
"Thank you, senior." Xu Feng said to the young man, clasping his hands in salute.
Based on his experience, the youth before him was at least a Sixth Realm powerhouse.
"Why the formality? Who knows, we might end up begging in the same place someday," the young man said, waving his hand unconcernedly.
A holy white Spirit Boat slowly descended from the sky, alighting not far from the two.
