The Eccentric Soul Clan Elder

Plain as a mortal.

The moment the person before them appeared, this thought involuntarily arose in everyone's minds.

This ordinariness was unlike that of powerful experts who kept their aura concealed, nor was it like the mediocrity of unremarkable cultivators. It was genuine, as though he were an ordinary person from the mundane world who had never once come into contact with Dou Qi cultivation.

Yet this appearance, one that would be impossible to pick out at a glance among ordinary people, seemed exceptionally strange within the Soul Clan.

The people present either rode mounts or spread their wings, all using supernatural means to arrive. Yet this man alone left one footprint after another, walking into the battlefield from the stairs.

However, despite such an act that could almost be called a waste of time, not a single person dared question it. Everyone held their breath, their eyes filled with admiration and reverence—even deep fear.

It was as though waiting for him to enter was simply the most natural thing in the world.

He slowly descended from the stands. Even with Hun Ruoruo's Heavenly Soul, she was still unable to detect the slightest fluctuation from him.

In other words, his Soul Force was very likely no weaker than hers.

"I am Hun Feng. Greetings, Miss Ruoruo."

Unexpectedly, Hun Feng did not display the slightest bit of a Young Clan Leader's arrogance. Instead, he was the first to bow to Hun Ruoruo.

After only a brief moment of surprise, Hun Ruoruo's heart settled once more. She said calmly, "You are Hun Feng?"

She was not overly surprised by Hun Feng's soul realm. After all, if he had failed to advance into the Heaven Realm after more than a decade of the Soul Clan's wholehearted cultivation, it would not merely have been