Dan Taiyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face revealing a puzzled expression, "Li Hentian surrendered so easily?"
"No, it's just Li Hentian's power. Li Hentian himself has not surrendered, he hasn't even met with Youqin Duzou."
Jin Fenghuang explained.
"Li Hentian is not one to be underestimated. Now that he is also at the Seventh Stage, being a pure blood of the Jiuli Tribe, even I might not be able to withstand him."
Dan Taiyuan shook his head slightly, then took out his phone, "I'm sending you a picture, investigate this person."
"Yes."
Jin Fenghuang nodded gently.
...
Feng Lin had slept for a few hours in the sleeper car of the train.
He had finally returned to Yun City.
He walked to Fengshan.
Along the way, he couldn't help but recall those hybrid creations.
Especially their eyes, vacant like those of puppets.
Perhaps they lacked even the most basic human language and thoughts.
Death, on the other hand, seemed like a liberation for them.
