The light breeze blew, and the raging sun was shining.
Fang Zhengzhi glanced at Sima Feng who was standing 20 feet ahead of him. He grinned, and flashed a gentle smile. He was impressed by Sima Feng's daring guesses and elaborate thoughts.
However, Sima Feng had miscalculated one thing.
And that would be...
That two months that had passed since the battle in the Flame Capital City.
Many things could have happened within that period. He could have simply attained the Rebirth State, or opened the Rebirth Plate.
"Middle term of the Rebirth State?" Fang Zhengzhi asked, not paying attention to the positions of the three disciples. After all, he had not been putting them in his eyes.
"Fang Zhengzhi, show whatever skills you have!" Sima Feng held onto his dagger tightly as he looked at Fang Zhengzhi who was standing at the same spot.
"Are you ready?" Fang Zhengzhi smiled gently.
"Of course!" Sima Feng said confidently.
