Pang Feng bid farewell to Sun Birou, and the smile on his face quickly faded away. He hummed softly, yet his expression remained unchanged.
He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly pacing around Meixi Lake before climbing up Mount Compass.
The evening on Mount Compass was quiet and serene. Pang Feng walked to the peak and, after ensuring there was no one around, he suddenly turned back, his eyes piercing the sky like a hawk.
A golden light shot out instantaneously from between his eyebrows.
In the pitch-black sky, only a scream of "ah..." was heard as a figure in a green robe plummeted headfirst from the sky.
Pang Feng's figure flashed, stepping through the air to catch the falling figure in green, but the person was already dead.
From the depths of the void, a gray silhouette fled rapidly. Pang Feng snorted coldly and said, "Where do you think you're going!"
