Within the Soulbirth Sect, on Waterborn Peak.
Xu Feng suppressed his mounting irritation and settled his newfound senior sister, Zhanqing, into a secluded cave abode.
Then, without offering so much as a word of small talk, Xu Feng hastily took his leave.
The moment he stepped outside, his respectful junior-brother demeanor vanished.
"Damn Liu Yan, and that Zhang Zhengshan who has no idea what's good for him..."
Xu Feng's expression darkened. Escape light flared beneath his feet, and he turned into a streak of black smoke, racing anxiously past peak after peak.
Whenever he thought of the terrifying medicinal potency contained in that drop of Ye Li's golden blood essence,
he felt utterly miserable.
If he could keep such premium blood sustenance all to himself, it would spare him tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation!
I have to find someone to discuss this with, fast, and snatch him away before Mortal Dust Peak bleeds him dry!
With that thought in mind, Xu Feng followed a familiar route to the rear of Waterborn Peak, landing before a cave abode rich in spiritual energy.
"Second Senior Brother!"
The moment Xu Feng landed, he bowed toward the tightly shut stone door, without even taking time to straighten his clothes.
Rumble!
A moment later, the heavy stone door slowly opened.
A cold gust carrying the scent of blood struck him in the face.
Then a gray-robed figure with a face as withered as a skull slowly emerged from the shadows.
The man's eyes were deeply sunken, and faint wisps of baleful energy curled around him. He looked like a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of a grave.
He was Luo Yin, Waterborn Peak's second senior brother, a veteran demonic cultivator who had long since reached the sixth level of the Eternal