Two hours later.
Feng Liu sat in the White Bone Hall, eyes closed, focusing his spirit.
The previous conflict with the Ling Clan had left him heavily wounded.
Due to the sealing of his cultivation level and erosion from Ghastly Qi, his already frail body became even weaker.
He didn't even know how long his body could sustain itself.
He wasn't afraid of dying, but he couldn't afford to die.
He was now the person with the highest cultivation in the Wind Clan.
If he died, many of the Wind Clan's Dao Arts and Dao Methods would disappear with him.
By then, even if the Wind Clan were saved, it wouldn't be the same Wind Clan as before.
"Alas, I hope Mr. Lin can offer us a sliver of hope..."
Feng Liu's heart was rather restless, unable to calm himself.
Just then, a noise suddenly arose outside the hall.
"Feng Hui, go check what's happening..."
Feng Liu instinctively spoke, only to remember that Feng Hui was still in the Ten Thousand Foxes Domain and hadn't come along.
Old age.
