Storms Gather
"Zhu Fenghua has come down from the mountain."
On the train, Shen Tu Yue gazed at the newspaper in her hands, feeling somewhat emotional.
"Junior Sister, who do you think is stronger, Zhu Fenghua or Li Fei?"
a young man asked.
He was a disciple of the Red Dust Pavilion. He was not the Pavilion Master's direct disciple, but he was still very talented; at thirty-four, he had already reached the fifth tier of the Dao Foundation Stage.
The Red Dust Pavilion was located in Gan Province, so it had the most slots for entering the Tianshui Tomb—five in total.
Besides Shen Tu Yue, four other Dao Foundation Stage disciples were going this time.
Faced with her senior brother's question, Shen Tu Yue shook her head.
"I can't tell either."
"Then, Junior Sister, who do you lean toward?"
another Red Dust Pavilion disciple asked.
As soon as he said this, the other four all stared at Shen Tu Yue.
Shen Tu Yue was distracted for a moment, then recalled the scene of Li Fei slashing You Ming and injuring him. "I think Li Fei has a better chance of winning."
The four Red Dust Pavilion disciples exchanged glances, their eyes filled with profound meaning.
At the same time, all four of them felt somewhat jealous.
This was the first time they had ever seen Shen Tu Yue so thoroughly convinced by someone.
Just then, Li Fei walked out of the carriage.
He had just completed another round of cultivation in the dreamscape formed by Like a Dream Order. His Void Thought had been heavily depleted, and he needed to rest for a while.
"Jing An, Marquis."
The four Red Dust Pavilion disciples rose one after another when they saw Li Fei approaching.
Li Fei waved his hand. "There's