After parting over drinks, more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.
By early summer, the weather had gradually turned somewhat sweltering, with only the nights bringing a faint cool breeze.
This should have been the perfect season for drinking and talking beneath the night sky, yet the black-clad young man never appeared again. Yi Feng also left the Saint King Palace where he had been staying temporarily, attended the selection as promised, and set out for Snow Moon Sacred Land.
As expected.
He successfully became the Holy Son of his generation, stirring the entire Southern Li Kingdom into excitement.
From the upper echelons of the sects to ordinary commoners, everyone believed Yi Feng was about to soar into the heavens. They calculated how they might gain opportunities through his protection, and the entire kingdom sank into the dream that when one man attained the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.
However.
In the distant Snow Moon Sacred Land, Yi Feng encountered an unprecedented upheaval!
When he arrived at Snow Moon Sacred Land.
Before the sacred land's gates, the steward elder studied him for several moments before suddenly lowering his gaze with a cold sneer.
"This is Yi Feng, the Holy Son presented by the Southern Li Kingdom? He seems to have already broken through to the Divine Mansion Realm. He has some aptitude—barely qualified to become my lord's Cauldron for cultivation."
As soon as the words fell, the people from the sacred land accompanying Yi Feng revealed vicious expressions as well.
"The elder speaks truly. This man is indeed quite gifted, a genius rarely seen in the Southern Li Kingdom for a hundred years. Even to the Holy Lord, he should prove somewhat useful!"
"Indeed. He is far stronger than the trash previously