Zhao Feng’s consciousness turned blurry as he fell into deep sleep. After falling into the river, his body automatically turned into a half-dead state.
Zhao Feng was like a piece of wood that went with the flow no matter how the winds blew or the waves shook.
Miao miao!
The little thieving cat jumped out of the Spiritual Pet Bag, sat on its owner’s body and looked around with its black eyes.
The little thieving cat denied logic by being able to enter and exit the Spiritual Pet Bag as it pleased.
It looked down and surveyed Zhao Feng before reaching out and patting its owners forehead. Zhao Feng didn’t have any reactions, but his True Force and bloodline power seemed to protect itself on instinct.
At a certain moment, a Yao beast eyed Zhao Feng and tried to approach him but a sizzle of lightning and icy blue aura appeared from Zhao Feng’s bloodline.
The bloodline power froze the beast that was approaching and made it tremble.
