"Miss, are you all right?"
Chu Kuangren looked at Li Fei and asked.
Nearby, Fu Yin and Shi Ying walked over. They glanced in the direction Liu Feng had fled, a strange look in their eyes.
Chu Kuangren had just let Liu Feng escape?
They would not believe Chu Kuangren had been unable to stop him, not even if they were beaten to death.
With Chu Kuangren's abilities, even if this was only a clone, killing Liu Feng was hardly difficult. As long as he wished it, Liu Feng would have had no way to leave.
Yet Liu Feng had left.
There was only one reason: Chu Kuangren was plotting something again.
"I'm not seriously hurt. Thank you for saving me, young master."
Li Fei cupped her hands and bowed to Chu Kuangren in thanks.
"You're too polite, miss. When we see injustice on the road, drawing our blades to help is our duty. Besides, I also cultivate demonic qi, so we should count as fellow cultivators."
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
Hearing this, Li Fei's eyes lit up. "You cultivate the Demonic Dao too, young master?"
"You could say that."
"It seems this really is fate."
As Li Fei looked at Chu Kuangren, the bloodline runes within her seemed to sense something and actually began trembling faintly.
"This feeling is..."
Chu Kuangren also sensed something unusual. The black iron fragment he carried actually seemed to resonate with Li Fei.
He took out the iron fragment.
The demonic patterns within it flickered. At the sight of them, Li Fei's pretty face grew solemn. "This is a relic of Great God Chiyou!"
Her small mouth fell slightly open, her face filled with shock.
Then she looked at Chu Kuangren in wild delight. "You... you're the person in the High Priest's prophecy!"
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