Fleeting Light Shadowy

Hong Yuanfeng thought for a moment before finally abandoning the idea. This was Xingfen City, far too close to Xianyun City. If he started a full-scale fight here, even if he managed to kill Chen Fei, word would likely make its way back to Xianyun City.

By then, it would directly sever the relationship between the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect and the Yuan Chen Sword Sect—unless Hong Yuanfeng could lure Chen Fei out of Xingfen City and kill him outside without anyone noticing.

But that would take time, and time was precisely what Hong Yuanfeng lacked. He was out on a mission this time, and Xingfen City was merely a stopover. He would leave tomorrow.

With that in mind, Hong Yuanfeng withdrew the killing intent from his eyes, gave Chen Fei a slight nod from below the Wine House, then vanished down one end of the street.

Up in the Wine House, Chen Fei lightly tapped the table with his right hand. Though Hong Yuanfeng's killing intent had flashed and vanished in an instant, Chen Fei had still caught it.

As his Thousand Silk Art reached ever higher levels, Chen Fei's sensitivity to such subtle perceptions had steadily grown stronger.

Hong Yuanfeng was at the Mid-stage Aperture Refining Realm and cultivated one of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect's finest inherited arts. In the past, Chen Fei could not afford to offend someone of that strength. If the other man had been determined to kill him, Chen Fei would not even have been able to resist.

But now, the situation had completely changed. As time passed, the gap between them would only widen further and further.

Qiu Yuanzeng watched Hong Yuanfeng's back disappear, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes. But he immediately concealed it.

An hour later, Chen Fei sat