Five or six days later, in the depths of the Sky Cloud Forest.
Qiu~~~~
A streak of wind and lightning flashed through the forest, causing the nearby beasts to tremble in fear.
A couple breaths later, the streak of wind and lightning stopped on top of a large nearby tree.
On the tree, a blue-haired youth was puffing gently as the pair of wind and lightning wings faded.
His left eye scanned across the area, looking for any remaining aura nearby. Even the smallest details, such as the dust floating in the air or the change in the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi, couldn’t escape his eye.
“Here?”
Zhao Feng couldn’t help but be surprised as he looked forward.
In front of the forest was a small stream, and opposite the stream was a small canyon.
Zhao Feng remembered this canyon.
Back then, he was forced into desperation here when Ran Xiaoyuan and a couple other disciples fortunately came and killed the wolf, allowing Zhao Feng to escape.
