"Who exactly are you?"
If Lu Miaozhi had previously taken Shen Fei for an unknown expert who had emerged from the younger generation, then he had now completely overturned that assumption. Such terrifying killing intent and presence—even Ning Daoqi, the Central Plains' foremost recluse, fell far short of this.
Not only Ning Daoqi; even compared to Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, it was the same.
As the greatest craftsman under heaven, Lu Miaozhi had an exceptionally wide circle of acquaintances. He had close dealings with Zhu Yuyan, Bi Xiuxin, and even Evil King Shi Zhixuan. Ning Daoqi was likewise one of his friends, and he had even shared a deep friendship with Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian.
Lu Miaozhi was a true master of all trades. Martial arts, medicine, landscaping, architecture, military strategy, disguise, astronomy, calendrical calculations, mechanisms—he was highly proficient in all of them. If this era had still had Guiguzi, he might truly have resembled one of Guiguzi's successors.
Even with his attention spread across so many fields, Lu Miaozhi himself was still a Grandmaster-level expert. For anyone else, mastering even one of those disciplines would have been enough to earn the title of master.
The appearance of such a terrifying figure sent waves crashing through Lu Miaozhi's heart.
"His temperament is still somewhat lacking, I suppose. But that makes sense. If he remained utterly calm in the face of this, wouldn't that make him unworthy of being a descendant of Huaxia?"
Seeing Lu Miaozhi's pale face, Shen Fei could not help taking a deep breath and withdrawing the killing intent leaking from his body. He rarely unleashed his aura or killing intent. Even when he had been deeply displeased by the actions of the Celestial Dragons, he had never produced such murderous intent.
Yet the name Ning Daoqi had