At the same time.
Lu Feng and Xi Youmeng's group, still unaware of everything, were racing toward Spirit Flame Lake.
Given the true gap in their cultivation realms, Xi Youmeng and the others flew through the air, while Lu Feng leapt and sprinted across the ground.
As Tu Xiaomin stepped through the air, she said with concern, "Young Pavilion Master, why don't we go down as well? I don't think everything Young Master Jiang said was without reason. Flying through the air like this is far too conspicuous and could easily bring unnecessary trouble."
Xi Youmeng gave a meaningful laugh. "You actually believe that nonsense of his? If he were someone afraid of trouble, would he have killed those Sun Family members without a moment's hesitation? Besides, with the strength and methods he has displayed, how many cultivators who entered the Saint Fire Underworld Abyss this time can truly threaten him?"
Tu Xiaomin froze. "Then why isn't he flying with us? Running down there must be exhausting."
Xi Youmeng did not answer, the corners of her lips curving into a knowing smile.
Perhaps it wasn't that he didn't want to—it was that he couldn't!
Thinking back from when she had first met Lu Feng until now, it seemed that he had never flown through the air even once.
He possessed strength comparable to the Heaven Soul Realm Late Stage, yet he could not fly...
His identity was obvious without needing to be spoken.
Trusting her intuition, Xi Youmeng had nearly confirmed Lu Feng's identity.
It must be him!
Is this fellow afraid I'll spank his butt again?
Was that why he kept using all those heretical cultivator methods earlier, to conceal his identity?
The amusement in Xi Youmeng's smile deepened. Thinking of how she had grabbed Lu Feng back then,