Zhao Feng, Jiang Fan, and Chen Yilin walked together and chatted.
The two Sacred Land geniuses were more interested in Zhao Feng’s bloodline and talent. As for his strength, the two didn’t take it into consideration.
“Brother Zhao isn’t a disciple of a two-star sect or a Void God Realm?”
The tall, skinny youth, Chen Yilin, was slightly surprised.
Zhao Feng didn’t really say anything about his background. He wasn’t scared of offending anyone in the outside world, but he didn’t want to affect his homeland, especially the Iron Blood Religion and the Broken Moon Clan.
While they were chatting, the two geniuses from the Sacred Lands didn’t reveal any signs of arrogance, but Zhao Feng could still tell that the two didn’t put him on the same level.
Previously, Jiang Fan sensed Zhao Feng’s bloodline aura and revealed some battle-intent, but when he found out Zhao Feng was only at the half-step Origin Core Realm and didn’t come from a powerful background, he lost interest.
