Dawn broke, and the morning light peeked out from the mountains, dispelling the darkness in the forest, the roads, and the land.
After Feng Xiang welcomed the Neutral Sect's powerhouse onto the balcony, he suddenly felt something and tilted his head to look to the east.
Feng Xinxiao's steps were steady, like a pine tree rooted on a cliff. Every step was powerful. Many circular arcs of light suddenly condensed in his eyes and at this moment, he also looked over. With that, the 2 sharp gazes met in the air, setting off bursts of rumbling sounds. They were like silver-white lightning bolts that descended from the sky and when they collided, they emitted sizzling sounds.
Nonetheless, the strange thing was that there were only rumbles, and no surging spiritual Qi spread out.
