Even an ordinary cultivator of Xuan God, under such circumstances, would suffer considerable damage using cultivation to protect themselves, yet the young man now simply stood there naturally, looking over at him.
This scene was indeed too strange.
"Who are you?"
As soon as he was within a hundred feet of the young man, the rosy-cheeked young man immediately asked.
These words had barely left his mouth when Ye Feng focused his eyes on the young man and looked over. As he walked closer, he realized that the young man's cultivation had already reached half-step Lord.
He was only a hair's breadth away from becoming a Lord.
"I come from afar, passing by here by chance, weary from my journey, and wish to stay here for a few days," Ye Feng said sincerely.
However, the young man seemed to disbelieve Ye Feng's words; since seeing Ye Feng, the expression of vigilance on his face had not diminished in the slightest.
"You come from outside?"
