In the Demigod’s underground wine cellar, Chen Yilin, Jiang Fan, and company looked at Zhao Feng with complex feelings.
In just a short amount of time, they witnessed Zhao Feng form half-step King intent even though he wasn’t even at the Great Origin Core Realm yet, and he already showed signs of forming the Magnificent Power of a King.
In addition, the miracle of that genius from several thousand years ago had been replicated by Zhao Feng.
From the Purple Scaled Grass to the mermaid tears, then to the Immortal Springs Wine and the Illusion God Wine, Zhao Feng had grasped every fortune of the Purple Smoke Lake.
More importantly, he didn’t rely on luck.
Back then, the genius had relied on luck to obtain the Illusion God Wine and the Immortal Springs Wine. However, Zhao Feng had planned everything out and kept everything under his control.
“I’ve succeeded in conquering the Purple Smoke Lake.”
Zhao Feng was extremely satisfied.
