The Furious Han Feng

Ancestor Huoyun stood quietly in the courtyard of the Back Mountain. At this moment, Tang Zhen hurried over from afar, landed before him, leaned closer slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Father, I just went to the forbidden area. There were no signs of anyone tampering with it." As he said this, Tang Zhen's brows furrowed tightly. "But it is very strange. The energy of that Nine Dragon Thunder Gang Fire should not have been enough to break through the seal. The seal in the forbidden area ought to have trapped it for at least several decades."

After hearing this, Ancestor Huoyun remained silent, cold light flashing in his aged eyes.

The absence of traces of human interference did not mean it had not been caused by humans. Those were two different matters. Of course, it was also possible that the seal in the forbidden ground had suddenly malfunctioned. Both possibilities existed.

But regardless of which it was, it was Fenyan Valley's negligence. They could not shirk this responsibility.

Ancestor Huoyun slowly turned his gaze and watched Han Feng help the still-unconscious Xiao Yan sit down. The latter followed his instincts and began circulating the Dou Qi within his body, slowly digesting the abundant energy of the Nine Dragon Thunder Gang Fire and Pill Lightning. Cao Ying watched Han Feng anxiously from the side.

"Senior Han Feng, Xiao Yan...?"

"He's fine. Don't worry." Han Feng rose to her feet and replied calmly, "His soul has stabilized. He only needs to absorb it slowly from here on. It may just take some time."

"That's good."

Cao Ying breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, she suddenly saw Han Feng's gaze turn cold as she extended a hand toward her.

"Cao Ying, give me the pill you and Xiao Yan