A loud commotion awoke Luo Feng. Even he was taken aback by the sudden disturbance.
Lately, Luo Feng had been exceptionally busy. Only the day before, he had acquired the gilded mask, which had greatly eased his mind. Coupled with the multitude of activities from the previous night, he was physically drained, leading to a deep slumber, unaware of anyone approaching.
Despite his initial shock, Luo Feng remained calm. He slowly sat up and addressed the group in front of him, asking, "What do you want from me?"
As he spoke, Luo Feng looked around, unable to discern the intentions of the gathering.
"You're Luo Feng, right? You've got some nerve," one of them said, his face twisted in malevolence. The group began to approach Luo Feng, seemingly attempting to exude an oppressive aura.
Little did they know, such tactics had no effect on Luo Feng.
