Shenfeng?
Ye Ling had no idea where this bird had sprung out from, but despite Shenfeng's young age, he had actually broken through to the late-stage peak of cultivation.
This left Ye Ling quite puzzled, wasn't it already the Age of the End of Dharma?
Looking at the Spiritual Energy on Earth, it was so scarce it was less than a bird's feather. How were all these late-stage peak Martial Artists popping up?
However, since Shen Yuexin could call out Shenfeng by name, Ye Ling temporarily refrained from taking down that Old Li, after all, an old dog not worth exhibiting half his strength over, wasn't worth mentioning.
"Yue Xin, what's wrong? Are Yuan Heng and the others dead?" The youth known as Shenfeng looked towards Shen Yuexin, and his eyelids twitched violently. He stepped forward like an arrow and grabbed Shen Yuexin's hand tightly.
