As Lin Feng and Qing Lin reached the end of the street, the surroundings grew empty and deserted, no longer as bustling as before.
Here, an ancient pavilion rose from the ground, standing at the edge of this little world.
At the same time, as Lin Feng looked over, an air of ancient desolation spread from the pavilion, as though it had endured through countless ages, making no one dare underestimate it in the slightest.
Two expressionless old men in gray robes stood at the main entrance of the ancient pavilion.
Though the two were as motionless as statues,
Lin Feng and Qing Lin's Soul Perception instantly told them that both were Six-star Dou Zuns.
Experts of this level would be honored guests even among the Three Valleys and Four Pavilions.
Yet here, they were merely guards of the trading fair's central venue.
"Xiao Yan?"
However, just as Lin Feng was about to lead Qing Lin into the pavilion, he unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance ahead of the entrance.
But because the former had changed so drastically from before, even Lin Feng's eyes showed a trace of surprise.
Yet when his formidable Soul Power sensed that the other party had already broken through to the Six Transformation realm, his expression changed again.
Wasn't his advancement speed a little too fast?
However, recalling that Xiao Yan had Xiao Xuan's help within the Heaven Tomb, and that, barring any accidents, he had already undergone a blood replacement and inherited the Xiao Clan's final bloodline,
his breakthrough to his current realm, though somewhat unbelievable, could barely be explained.
As for Qing Lin, upon seeing Xiao Yan's face, now inexplicably covered in scars, her heart skipped a beat and she instinctively took a step back.
There was no other reason. Xiao Yan's face