The Straw-Hat Man Reappears

The Wind God's domain!

That was a place every powerhouse flocked to. Even experts of the eighth or ninth stage of the Immortal Realm wished to cultivate within a deity's domain for a time. It was clear just how sought-after a deity's domain was.

Feng Lingzi's face burned with fervor. If he could cultivate in the Wind God's domain for a year, he would at least be able to raise his strength by one or two stages.

He might even be able to challenge the fifth stage of the Immortal Realm!

Once he reached the fifth stage of the Immortal Realm, even within the Divine Hall, he could be considered a minor powerhouse.

Not among the very best, perhaps, but he would have stepped into the middle ranks.

He would no longer need to rely on connections and the like as he did now.

"Many thanks, Lord Wind God!"

Feng Lingzi hurriedly bowed to the Wind God, then respectfully withdrew.

Only after Feng Lingzi had left did the smile on the Wind God's face gradually fade away.

The Wind God slowly turned and walked deeper inside.

Deep within Gale, there was unexpectedly a rare patch of tranquil land.

There lay a small lake.

Beside the lake stood nothing more than a crude thatched hut.

The Wind God simply stood amid Gale, not taking even half a step inside.

After a long while, a person wearing a bamboo hat slowly emerged from the thatched hut. He walked at an unhurried pace, eventually sitting cross-legged beside the lake. As though performing a magic trick, he produced a plain bamboo rod from his hand and gently lowered it over the lake.

Strangely, there was no bait on that thin fishing line!

There was not even a hook.

The Wind God watched the man