A Chance Encounter with Simp Feng Xiaotian!

In a small town in the southern Service Kingdom, the afternoon sunlight warmly spilled across the streets.

Huang Yun sat beneath the awning of a roadside tea stall. Before him were a pot of coarse tea and several freshly baked flatbreads.

He ate at an unhurried pace, casually sweeping his gaze over the pedestrians coming and going along the street.

This was already deep within the Service Kingdom. Towns dotted the plains one after another, with merchant caravans and farmers mingling together. It felt far more lively than the Barak Royal Capital.

Just as he raised his teacup for a second sip, someone appeared at the end of the street.

The man was tall and straight, his steps so light that he seemed to be walking on the wind. Every step carried an indescribably graceful air.

A black mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of sharp yet somewhat carefree eyes.

A faint fluctuation of wind-attributed Soul Power lingered around him. The hem of his clothes fluttered softly as he walked, making him particularly conspicuous even amidst the crowd.

Huang Yun's hand holding the teacup paused.

That outfit, that presence, that iconic black mask—he looked exactly like the King Lanling from Huang Yun's previous life.

Without betraying anything, he released a thread of Mental Power and swept it over the other man, sensing the circulation of Soul Power within his body.

A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, with a wind-attributed Martial Soul. His Soul Power carried the distinctive split nature of a two-headed wolf.

Gale Double-Headed Demonic Wolf.

Feng Xiaotian.

Huang Yun set down his teacup and leaned back in his chair, beginning to search through his memories about this person.

A mutated Martial Soul, Innate Full Soul Power at level ten, direct descendant of the Feng Family, with