A figure walks out of the courtyard house, approaching slowly.
Dressed in a white Songhe robe, exceedingly lean, middle-aged in appearance.
Chen Feng squinted his eyes; behind him, Cao Tong's face changed slightly, filled with surprise.
"Songhe Sect Master?"
Wasn't it claimed that he was injured and had gone into hiding?
Moreover, with such a rosy complexion, where is there any sign of injury or weakness?
"Let this matter end here."
"From today onwards, our Songhe Style will no longer intervene in your Dragon-Tiger dispute."
The Songhe Sect Master spoke calmly, with a white light quietly gathering behind him, forming a White Crane True Intent nearly six meters in size.
Nearly reaching the limit of normal True Intent, comparable to Jiang Yunshan back then.
In an instant, their gazes met.
Observing the other's calm and resolute demeanor, Chen Feng thought of something.
