"It could have always been this way, what are you laughing at?"
Zhou Huaiyu muttered.
"Little maid, your point is quite valid, I never said your reasoning was wrong."
Chen Feng collected the lump of dragon dung into his Qiankun Ring, losing interest in it after realizing it was feces.
Even though absorbing the dragon dung could enhance his abilities, Chen Feng was no longer willing to do so.
He planned to take this stuff back to the metropolis to help some suffering people.
"Let's go, back to Tianwang Temple."
Chen Feng stretched lazily and left the Not Dead Land.
Zhou Huaiyu and Sun Hu followed Chen Feng, one on each side, gradually fading into the distance.
After the three of them disappeared, two shadows slowly emerged in the Not Dead Land.
"This young man is not old, yet his cultivation is astonishing, no weaker than ours, a great hidden threat."
One of the indistinct shadows spoke thus.
