A secluded mountain village.
With verdant peaks at its back and a mirror-like lake before it.
Mists curled through the air, and a small boat drifted serenely.
Seeing such a scene from the boat, one could not help but feel refreshed. Much of Yi Feng's gloom seemed to have melted away, and he rarely felt this leisurely and at ease.
Living carefree in the mountains and wilds—now that was the comfortable life.
Following the old man ashore, he saw farmers and hunters all along the way. It felt as though he had returned to his former life. Remembering the leisurely days when he ran the Martial Arts Hall, Yi Feng relaxed considerably and cast aside the frustrations that had plagued him recently.
A relaxed smile gradually appeared on his face as Yi Feng blended into the tranquil atmosphere.
Fu Nantian, who was leading the way, glanced back. Seeing the ignorance and innocence of this future disciple, he felt increasingly certain of success—and increasingly pleased with himself.
This brat would never imagine that the farmers he saw were no ordinary people, and that the entire village was filled with peerless masters!
Once he learned the truth, would he not be left agape in shock?
Tsk, tsk...
The more he thought about it, the more he looked forward to it. Fu Nantian strode ahead with his hands behind his back, full of high spirits.
At the same time, he sent voice transmissions to the villagers.
"Everyone, this is my future disciple. Be sure to restrain your auras, lest you frighten the brat."
Several powerful auras instantly withdrew, and replies echoed back one after another.
Everything had been prepared.
Fu Nantian nodded in satisfaction and headed straight for a small courtyard at the village entrance, settling Yi Feng there.
Several days passed.
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