Han Fei looked at Feng Xingliu in surprise and then patted his shoulder. "Why don't we just forget it?"
Feng Xingliu shouted in a low voice, "No! I've had enough of being called a popinjay. I'm despised by others every day, so I can only slowly cultivate and try to prove Dao. After proving Dao, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it will take for me to reach the Immortal Level. After reaching the Immortal Level, I don't know if I can become a Great Monarch, let alone a god… Therefore, I'll either die or walk on my own divine path on this trip."
Feng Yu looked at Feng Xingliu who looked like a different person and sighed slightly. It was rare for Little Qingcheng to see Feng Xingliu like this, so she immediately said, "Sister, I also…"
"Shut up! If you dare to walk on your own, I'll break your legs."
"OK!"
