Hu Jiuming, Jing Beast

Although Zhao Yan had turned aside and lowered his head at the first opportunity, Lu Feng still clearly saw what he looked like now.

Compared to before, he had matured considerably.

It was just that there were many more scars on his face and hands; presumably, the rest of his body had suffered no shortage of injuries as well.

His aura had grown much stronger now, with one foot already stepping into the Heaven Soul Realm Late Stage.

That was what concerned Lu Feng most.

He knew Zhao Yan's cultivation talent. It was not particularly good, merely average. Logically, there was no way he could have improved so quickly in such a short time.

Unless he had encountered some great opportunity, he had taken the path of evil.

At that thought.

Lu Feng's unfriendly gaze fell upon the old man who had suddenly appeared. Judging by the old man's concern for Zhao Yan, the two clearly shared an unusual relationship.

If Zhao Yan had truly gone down some evil path, this man was very likely connected to it.

If that was the case, Lu Feng could hardly stand by and do nothing.

Unexpectedly.

Hu Xianxian could no longer be bothered with Yue Yan either. After letting him flee far away, she came to Lu Feng's side and somewhat awkwardly indicated, "He is the person I mentioned to you."

Lu Feng froze. Once he understood, the look he gave the old man abruptly changed, and he withdrew that cold hostility.

"Old bastard!" Song Ze glared at the old man. "You're the Sixth Elder this brat mentioned?"

The old man merely shot Song Ze a contemptuous glare and did not answer him at all. Instead, he looked sternly at Zhao Yan. "Will you nurse your wounds and avenge yourself, or should I