"A battlefield of shamans and demons?"
A stone gave rise to thousand-leveled ripples.
The moment Feng Lin spoke, waves of emotions rose in the hearts of everyone.
The conjecture of a demon race's civilization was Zhao Yue`e's conclusion. But this Feng Lin merely cast a glance and refuted it.
(Although your medicinal refinement techniques are excellent, how could your attainments in mythology be deep?)
(He is just an elite cultivator anyway…)
They didn't really believe Feng Lin. But because they needed Feng Lin to concoct medicinal crystals for them, no one said anything.
But their attitudes of disbelief were extremely evident.
However, Zhao Yue`e sank into ponderment. She seemed to have thought of something and turned to glance at Feng Lin, "How did you come to this conclusion?"
