"Hmph, Yaan Jinghong, oh Yaan Jinghong, do you really despise me so deeply?"
Ling Feng shook his head. Given his current cultivation and mindset, if Feeng Yan hadn't found the East Spirit Immortal Pond and told him about the events in the Sky White Empire, he would have completely forgotten who Yaan Jinghong even was.
Unexpectedly, Yaan Jinghong's hatred for him ran so deep.
"Alas, in any case, I should first head into the city to gather some news. I wonder how Elder Yan, Elder Deng, and Miss Yue are doing now?"
With a light sigh, Ling Feng descended from the sky, using the Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique to slightly alter his physique. His muscles bulged all over as he donned a short animal-skin tunic and slung the Yi Divine Bow over his back. At a glance, he resembled a hunter in the woods, a stark contrast to his original appearance.
In this way, even those quite familiar with Ling Feng wouldn't recognize him at first glance.
