The voice was gentle, carrying an air of elegance and grandeur, composed and unhurried, coming directly at him. This voice belonged to Feng Yun.
Feng Yun was getting a bit anxious.
He had just arrived here, only to see someone already digging spirit herbs out of the ground.
The rich white light, so massive, Feng Yun immediately recognized what it was.
He rushed over to rob it, but unexpectedly, although his move seemed destined to succeed, the opponent was prepared and blocked it.
Not even slightly injured.
Although he couldn't see the person's face or figure, Feng Yun had an idea; not many could achieve this.
And the others were surrounded by crowds, while he had just encountered Yan Beihan.
So the person before him could only be Fang Che.
And as soon as Fang Che spoke, his voice further confirmed Feng Yun's recognition.
Both judgments were extremely accurate.
For a moment, they each had the same feeling: "This person should not be underestimated."
