When Jia Longxuan verbally retaliated against Zhong Anhou and Sun Youli,
some distance away from Nine Dragons Mountain, a shadow was streaking across the sky.
As it drew closer and closer to Nine Dragons Mountain, the shadow suddenly paused in midair, its brows furrowing tightly.
This shadow was none other than Shen Feng, who had hurried back all the way.
His right eye was slightly obscured by the hair on his forehead, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily, normally it would take about forty minutes to return to Wuzhou.
However, although Shen Feng did not use any Immortal Techniques, he had unleashed his full speed along the way, thus significantly shortening the time.
The formation at Nine Dragons Mountain was personally arranged by him.
Now, as he was getting closer and closer to Nine Dragons Mountain, within a certain range, he could always sense some changes in the formation he had set up with his own hands.
