Secret Technique

Yet the next second, his gaze suddenly sharpened, as though he had discovered something on Han Feng.

This change was just like when he had first met the Han Feng from that spacetime—his heart filled with doubt.

"You..."

"Teacher truly is Teacher. With just one look, how did you make it impossible for me to hide anything?"

It was as though he had returned to the days when Yao Chen sternly taught him alchemy and cultivation. Before Yao Chen, Han Feng unexpectedly felt somewhat guilty.

Han Feng shook his head.

Fortunately, he had never intended to hide anything.

So he got straight to the point.

"Teacher, hand over the Bone Spirit Cold Flame."

The atmosphere immediately turned heavy.

Yao Chen stared fixedly at Han Feng.

If it were him, he would never have said such words.

But if it were "him," then everything seemed to make sense again.

"Who are you?"

Yao Chen asked coldly, enunciating every word.

Han Feng suddenly smiled.

"Teacher, surely you don't think I've turned back into the disciple you raised?"

Yao Chen's expression darkened.

"Actually, Teacher, there's no need for you to speculate. The Han Feng of this world died long ago. I have always been myself."

Han Feng said.

Yao Chen let out a long breath. "How will you prove it?"

Han Feng's face turned cold.

"Have I been giving you too much face?"

Yao Chen: "Hm?"

Yao Chen was somewhat dumbfounded. He had never expected Han Feng to throw such a line at him so directly.

Instinctively, anger rose in Yao Chen's heart.

This child...

"Your wings truly have grown hard now."

Han Feng smiled faintly. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Teacher, you're old."

The atmosphere fell silent again for several seconds. Han Feng seemed to grow impatient. He stepped forward, closing in on