Tang Feng was having breakfast alone; He Menglin and Murong Qinglan had left, Zou Mei and her daughter hadn't stayed, and as for Shen Yin, she too remained silent.
It was hard to imagine their feelings at that moment, but Tang Feng knew they were definitely not at peace.
On the road, Murong Qinglan couldn't understand why such an important matter was kept from her, wasn't she the most important person?
"Qing Lan, do you think what he said is true?" He Menglin was clearly distracted.
"Meng Lin, do you like Xiao Feng?" Murong Qinglan asked. She did not look at her close friend but watched the rows of buildings passing outside, her eyes looking distant.
Practicing martial arts wasn't strange, and she had also heard of the Innate Realm, but martial arts that went beyond were no longer in the scope of the martial.
Just like in the novels, flying through the skies, omnipotent.
