Ye Feng looked no more than in his early twenties, definitely not reaching thirty. He grinned and said lazily, "I heard you came out of seclusion, so I came to see you. I never thought that after all these years, you'd still be so weak. If Master knew about this, he'd probably beat your butt into eight pieces."
His smile was gentle, appearing as carefree as the breeze and clouds, standing there at ease like any ordinary person.
But having seen what had just happened, no one would think he was just an ordinary person.
The Ghost King from Xiaoquan was absurdly strong, yet he was sent flying outright, and to think that even Mo Lian and Xue Lian together did not possess such strength.
The Ghost King from Xiaoquan roared—he had just suffered a terrifying wound from a flash of white light on his body, and now he was truly enraged.
