Ever since Feilai Peak was forged, legends of Ye Feng had been circulating throughout Whitefloat City.
Even the Deputy City Lord, the Old City Lord, and the Nishang Palace Master occasionally sneaked peeks, feeling that Ye Feng had become even more mysterious.
Yunhua Zhenren, the City Lord of Sanyuan City, the Sect Master of the Hundred Artifacts Sect, and other high-ranking powerhouses also pretended to casually pass by, glancing from afar.
Tens of miles away from Misty Peak.
Qingyun Zhenren lay on a tree, staring intently at Feilai Peak, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"In this world, how can someone create a Spirit Vein out of thin air? Can someone tell me if this is even real?"
Qingyun Zhenren was quite frustrated, to the point of nearly falling into depression.
"Do I really have to kneel in front of Ye Feng, cling to his legs, and cry while admitting my mistake?"
