Human Race Descendant

Zheng Qiufeng frowned slightly. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened to a narrow slit, a trace of displeasure showing in his gaze.

He casually glanced at Mo Chen beside him and corrected him with mild reproach in his tone.

"This is no halo. It is a divine wheel! It manifests through the cultivation of special techniques; it is not something only those of profound cultivation can possess."

Mo Chen nodded upon hearing this. "I see..."

Just then.

Not far from where the two stood, two dazzling streaks of azure and pink light suddenly flashed past.

Like lightning, they streaked across the pitch-black night sky and sped straight toward Mo Chen.

They ultimately landed steadily at Mo Chen's side.

Once the brilliant radiance gradually faded, two graceful and beautiful women appeared before them.

One wore a long azure dress, while the other wore a pink robe. They were none other than Shangguan Zijin and Lu Ning.

Smiling, they called out to Mo Chen in unison.

"Mo Chen!" "Benefactor!"

Their voices were crisp and melodious, like orioles leaving the valley.

When Mo Chen saw the two women arrive, the corners of his lips lifted in a faint smile. "You have finally arrived. Since that is the case, come speak with this senior from the Immortal Realm."

Hearing this, both women nodded in agreement.

Then, as though by prior arrangement, they turned their curious gazes toward Zheng Qiufeng standing nearby.

When Shangguan Zijin looked closely, she suddenly cried out in surprise, "Senior Zheng?!"

Zheng Qiufeng had initially only half-opened his eyes and casually sized up the two women.

Yet upon hearing Shangguan Zijin's cry, doubt rose in his heart.

He immediately opened his eyes fully and stared intently at Shangguan Zijin, asking in astonishment, "You know me?"

Shangguan Zijin hurriedly stepped forward and