"Pavilion Master Ling, I never expected the Zhao Yun Mianxia beside you to be so powerful. I misjudged him before."
On the way back, after Ning Fengzhi met up with Ling Feng, he looked at Zhao Yun with a trace of respect in his eyes.
Anyone capable of fighting Qian Daoliu to a draw was undoubtedly incredibly powerful.
"Zhao Yun hasn't reached level ninety-nine. He's only level ninety-eight now. Perhaps Qian Daoliu has been in seclusion for too long, and his combat strength has declined."
Ling Feng's calm voice rang out. He knew clearly that Zhao Yun was a character created by the system; fighting above his level was no difficult feat for him.
As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the expressions of Ning Fengzhi and the other two froze.
They almost doubted their own ears. Zhao Yun had not actually reached level ninety-nine?
Soon, bitter smiles appeared on all three of their faces.
They understood that no matter how weak Qian Daoliu might be, he was still a Limit Douluo Expert with a God-tier Martial Soul.
It could only be said that Zhao Yun was simply too strong—so strong that he exceeded their imagination.
"By the way, why isn't Rongrong, that little tagalong, around?"
Ling Feng asked curiously. Under normal circumstances, Ning Rongrong would always be following Ning Fengzhi and the others like a lively little tail.
Ling Feng thought for a moment. Based on the current timeline, Ning Rongrong was already twelve years old.
At that thought, Ling Feng could not help but wonder whether Ning Rongrong had already gone to study at Shrek Academy.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a hint of interest appeared on Ling Feng's face.
He clearly remembered Ning Rongrong's spoiled and willful personality. Because of it, she had often