"..."
"I was just trying to find out about this newly arrived Immortal Venerable."
Lin Feng watched Han Feng disappear into the distance, momentarily embarrassed.
He glanced at the Golden Phoenix King beside him, noticing the latter's somewhat distracted Divine Soul, but Lin Feng didn't bother him. He looked around and focused on a Mahayana True Immortal.
"Brother Ding."
"It's been a while."
Having mingled in Desolate Cold Stream for forty thousand years, Lin Feng, although having no close friends, had made a few casual acquaintances. Seeing an elderly man with white hair and white beard, Lin Feng quickly approached.
"So it's Brother Lin."
Upon hearing the voice and seeing it was Lin Feng, Ding Xiong quickly returned the greeting. Despite Lin Feng's cultivation being only at the Initial Ascension, his strength was genuinely formidable, not to be underestimated.
