The sky of the cramped small world showed a scene of wind sweeping through the clouds, leaving onlookers utterly dazzled.
Liu Feng came to his senses in a daze.
Only then did he realize that his entire body was drenched, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He abruptly woke up.
With his heart still racing!
"Did I... almost die just now? I even felt my soul was about to leave my body! No, it wasn't just a feeling, it was actually about to separate." Feeling the gusts of wind hitting him face on, Liu Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, nearly lost his balance.
He was even somewhat grateful... that he was kneeling, for if he had been standing, he would likely have been blown to the ground by now.
In shock, Liu Feng murmured, "Does this mean, Daoist Priest Fan, he saved me once again?"
After swallowing a gulp of saliva.
