At this moment in time while others were fighting for the treasures, Zhao Feng was gaining comprehension from the Solar Lunar Sky Bamboo Shoot Dew.
He remained unmoved by the competition between the three True Lords Ranks and was expressionless even when the little thieving cat took the blood glass fruit.
Doing absolutely nothing.
He was like a saint that focused solely on cultivation. Everything else were just outside help after all.
“According to the plan, I won’t need to do anything.”
Zhao Feng’s eyes occasionally twinkled.
From the beginning till now he had stuck to this point and didn’t join in the competition between the three True Lord Ranks.
When the little thieving cat swallowed the Earth Yin Poison Mushroom, Zhao Feng nodded his head in secret. The start of the plan had succeeded.
However, the little thieving cat was now also in a dangerous situation.
