"Alright."
Ye Fan was also quite pleased as he followed behind Dick Blue Dragon.
Before long, Ye Fan, Dick Blue Dragon, and Feng Jiu arrived at a place resembling a martial arts arena.
The moment Ye Fan entered,
he felt a powerful sense of oppression.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~"
Faintly, the sound of wind swirled all around them.
This place
was an enclosed space.
Yet wind, like rootless duckweed, blew in from every direction from time to time.
"Buzz."
At that moment, surging Psychic Power erupted from Ye Fan's brow.
The surging Psychic Power spread outward like a spiderweb.
This was an exquisitely subtle application in which Ye Fan condensed his Psychic Power into threads of silk.
This kind of application
could test a Psychic Master's degree of control over Psychic Power.
In this regard,
even Dick Blue Dragon fell far short.
Yet,
even so,
after the web of Psychic Power spread out,
Ye Fan sensed only traces that skimmed past like a dragonfly touching water.
It was as though
some wind spirit were passing by.
Then,
apparently,
upon noticing Ye Fan's probing, it vanished from his perception in an instant.
"A Wind Ghost Clan, fourth-stage God King. Skilled in concealment and reconnaissance.
Its assassination techniques are no worse than those of some top-tier assassins!"
At that moment,
Dick Blue Dragon once again gave Ye Fan a detailed introduction.
"Hiss—"
All of a sudden,
Ye Fan felt every hair on his body stand on end.
It had nothing to do with perception; it was simply an instinctive warning.
Just as that sensation arose within Ye Fan,
a nearly transparent, wind-green figure gradually appeared before him.
The figure
wore a fitted green combat outfit, with a slender, curvaceous body.
She had a figure that could only be called
devilish.
Paired with those