The rain showed no signs of stopping.
Xu Dong looked at Shen Feng with a guilty expression, his body tensed severely.
"Stand up," Shen Feng's voice was calm, yet his face was filled with coldness.
Back in the Immortal Realm, he had always been protective of his own, even if Xu Dong was just his Registered Disciple. Wasn't a Registered Disciple still a disciple?
Xu Dong dared not defy Shen Feng's command and staggered to his feet from the ground, "I..."
Shen Feng cut him off directly, "No need to say anything more. You are my, Shen Feng's, Registered Disciple. In the mere presence of Tianhai, who has the right to make you kneel?"
Shen Feng's palm rested on Xu Dong's shoulder, and Spiritual Energy burst forth from his palm, rapidly infusing into the other's body.
White mist kept emerging from Xu Dong's body, and his soaked clothes instantaneously became dry.
"Let's go! Take me to meet the person who made you kneil," Shen Feng walked toward the villa.
