Mysterious fog churned, amidst the pitter-patter of Spring Rain, like a tide emerging from the mist of a fairytale realm.
Constantly changing its shape and appearance.
A towering figure stood, clad in a Divine Envoy robe, with bulging muscles on his crossed arms folded across his chest.
As the mist dispersed, fierce air waves raged wildly!
Feng Zhiqi stood with arms crossed as if a Peerless Martial Artist standing atop the Absolute Peak, seemingly capable of bending all currents with just a glance.
"Scram."
Feng Zhiqi looked at Yellow Sword Wine wearing a bamboo hat, his eyes sparking with a peculiar light, but his words were blunt, without the slightest hint of tact.
He observed Yellow Sword Wine, his powerful Martial Dao Will, coupled with Heavenly Person Sensing, alerted him to something off about Yellow Sword Wine.
It was as though not a person but a ghostly shadow stood before him!
