The drums on the battlefield shook the sky and the killing was intense. A large number of cultivators from various races had gathered.
But behind the Yongzhou Camp, there were some people who were quite calm.
Chu Feng was in seclusion and didn’t go over to join in the fun.
“Ancestor, are you still a hot-tempered brother? You’re able to calm your mind even in such a situation. This style doesn’t match your usual weekdays. Hurry up and join the battle!”
The old divine king who had come under the orders of the heavenly venerate to recruit Cao de had arrived. He saw Chu Feng drinking tea and quietly flipping through the old sage’s notes. He was calm and composed, and he was immediately enraged.
The battle in front of them had already reached such a state. Cao Blackhand was actually still sipping tea and cultivating his temperament here. He was too relaxed.
“Did you lose the battle?”Chu Feng raised his head and asked in astonishment.
