Shi Feng turned his head to look over, and instantly a bewitching figure, red as blood, came into view. It was naturally the red-clad woman, Jian Tong.
Shi Feng wasn't aware of when this woman arrived; he hadn't sensed her presence at all. If she hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have known she was near.
Indeed, such an eerie woman.
Seeing Shi Feng looking at her, Jian Tong suddenly smiled charmingly, like a vibrant red flower in bloom.
Seeing Shi Feng glance at her but say nothing, Jian Tong's expression changed again, saying, "Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Shi Feng said, then turned his head away, not looking at her.
After death, blood, and soul were all completely consumed, Shi Feng began to inventory his spoils of war.
The foundation of Lingxiao Sacred Land was deep, and the spoils were indeed abundant!
Shi Feng saw a massive stele in Ruo Moyan's Storage Ring, inscribed with densely packed, ancient characters, twisted and warped, exuding an aura of antiquity.
