Seeing the man approaching, Ye Han's brows stirred slightly, and he replied, "Senior Brother Jin Feng! It's been a long time!"
Indeed, the man approaching was Jin Feng, who had once had a grudge against Ye Han back in the Qi Refining Realm, then taken the initiative to extend an olive branch, wiping the slate clean.
In fact, during the nearly one year since Ye Han had returned, Jin Feng had somehow heard of his return and visited his cave abode twice.
But on one occasion, Ye Han had been in seclusion studying the art of puppets, and on the other, he had been refining Formation Flags for the Dragon Formation, leaving him no time to see Jin Feng.
Still, seeing Jin Feng again surprised Ye Han considerably. Compared to their last meeting, the man's aura had become much steadier and more restrained, to the point that Ye Han could no longer discern his cultivation level.
After all, Ye Han's Divine Sense cultivation was beyond anything other cultivators of the same rank could match.
Every day, he took a Divine Spirit Pill and practiced the Mind-Clearing Art for over two hours. He also went to the Scripture Pavilion to read almost daily, and through that gradual, imperceptible influence, his Divine Sense had already far surpassed that of cultivators of the same rank.
Jin Feng was also at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and Ye Han's Divine Sense cultivation was certainly stronger than his. For Ye Han to be unable to discern his cultivation level, he must either have practiced a technique that produced a breath-concealing aura or carried some treasure that prevented other cultivators from probing him.
Jin Feng walked up to him and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Ye, you really are a busy man. Getting to