The Feng Clan's Inherited Technique, the Dark Flame Art
Hearing Bi Fan say this, Feng Xuanzhi smiled faintly and nodded, saying no more.
He knew Bi Fan wasn't one to make empty boasts. If he said this, he must have a plan. As companions, all they needed to do was trust him.
After Jiang Guifan returned to his group, just as expected, Mao Wanchou came forward with a beaming smile and called out, "Brother Xuanzhi, Mao Wanchou of the Gray Mouse Clan begs you to instruct me!"
Feng Xuanzhi's expression barely changed as he walked over, his face indifferent. He neither looked down on this opponent nor took him too seriously.
He was cautious by nature, which was why he didn't look down on him. As for not taking him too seriously, that was the Feng Clan's pride speaking. They weren't about to take someone from a race that had only recently entered the ranks of the Ten Great Yao Races too much to heart.
Mao Wanchou watched him with bright eyes and a smile, but a flash of envy glinted deep in his gaze. In his heart, the person he envied most was the one standing before him.
Indeed, whether in status or background, Feng Xuanzhi was among the most exalted in the Yao Race.
On top of that, he was exceptionally gifted and strikingly handsome. Wherever he went, from childhood onward, he had been the center of attention—a heaven-blessed prodigy who could reach out and take whatever resources he wanted.
Compared with a man like him, Mao Wanchou's upbringing—having to learn from childhood to read people's expressions just to get what he wanted—was like heaven and earth.
And now, through his own efforts, he had finally managed to raise his standing enough to stand in the same ranks