"We really should go take a look." Feng Wuchen nodded.
After going through that hellish cultivation, he really did need to relax for a bit.
Being in a state of crazed cultivation all the time wasn't necessarily a good thing.
As the saying goes, when things reach an extreme, they reverse.
"Nothing's happened these past few days, right?" Feng Wuchen asked as he headed toward the Alchemy Pavilion.
While speaking, Feng Wuchen also instinctively sensed the surroundings of the Rakshasa Temple.
"The Demon Clan really are like lingering ghosts—if it's not Zhu Yin Kui's people, then it's that old bastard Zhuchenxin's men."
"After their last failure, the Saint Soul Sect really isn't giving up."
Feng Wuchen thought to himself, a dangerous arc curling at the corner of his lips.
