When Chen Fei saw Shi Borong, his brows shifted slightly; he recognized him.
A Late-Stage Creation Realm ancestor of the Xian Race—back when they had resisted the Rain Race in Xian City, Chen Fei had seen Shi Borong before.
The Xian Race had over a dozen Late-Stage Creation Realm cultivators. In the Profound Spirit Domain, though they were not the strongest Tier 8 Race, they were enough to rank among the top three.
"Greetings, Senior Shi!" Chen Fei said, cupping his hands.
If he could not hide his Cultivation Realm, then he would not hide it. Before this, Chen Fei had mainly been guarding against the Ninth-Order Supreme Race.
But now, with the threat of the Foreign Race before them, the Supreme Race no longer even had the spare attention to concern themselves with a Tier 8 Race breaking through to the Peak-Stage Creation Realm. Chen Fei's matter was even more insignificant.
"I don't dare accept the word senior. I've merely lived a few more years in foolishness." Shi Borong waved his hand and studied Chen Fei seriously.
Shi Borong knew Chen Fei, and he also knew of the human race.
It was not because the human race or Chen Fei was anything special, requiring Shi Borong to deliberately remember them.
Rather, all the Creation Realm cultivators of the Xian Race had already committed the information of every Tier 7 Race within the Profound Spirit Domain to memory.
Where they were located, how strong the race was, even the traits of their cultivation techniques had all been recorded.
Know yourself and know your enemy. What the Foreign Race was doing, the seven Tier 8 Races of the Profound Spirit Domain naturally would not neglect either.
Just now, Shi Borong had sensed the powerful fluctuations of energy here, and had been