It was already deep into the night, yet the candles in a room within the Xiao residence of Wutan City still burned brightly.
Strangely enough, the room's owner lay sprawled crookedly across the bed, as though he had been ambushed by someone with no sense of martial honor.
"Whoosh..."
As the candlelight flickered, a black figure abruptly appeared in the room. Judging by his attire and the way he had entered, whatever he was planning was certainly not aboveboard.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Though nearly soundless, his footsteps seemed to carry an inexplicable rhythm as he slowly approached the unconscious youth on the bed. Lin Feng looked inscrutably at the young man—or rather, at the ring he wore even while cultivating—and said quietly.
"Sir, please show yourself!"
Several moments passed, but the ring remained unchanged, as though it truly were nothing more than an unadorned ring. Lin Feng speaking to it instead seemed rather peculiar.
"To think that the renowned Venerable Yao had fallen to such a state, even losing his nerve."
There seemed to be a trace of mockery in Lin Feng's voice. In truth, the moment he had enveloped the room with his powerful Soul Force to avoid detection by a certain clan's strongest Dou Emperor, he had already sensed a ripple of soul energy within.
"Even when a mere Dou Wang ant dared provoke you to your face, you still did not dare show yourself?"
As Lin Feng's words fell, the being within the ring seemed unable to endure such humiliation any longer. A faint glow flashed across the ring, and then a pale figure slowly emerged from it.
Along with it came air that suddenly turned cold and sinister.
"Oh? Could this be the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, ranked eleventh on the Heavenly Flame Ranking?"
"A Dou