"Ling Feng, why does something feel off?" the Bright Saintess leaned in close to Ling Feng, nervously asking, "Why haven't those people made any moves? Are they waiting for someone?"
Ling Feng looked at the Bright Saintess in surprise and said with satisfaction, "Your battle instincts have improved a lot since before. Congratulations on shaking off the title of battle novice!"
The Bright Saintess retorted in annoyance, "Is this really the time for jokes?"
Ling Feng chuckled, "What else can I do? Should I cry instead? Besides... I'm also quite eager to see who shows up later. I wonder how they'll compare to Ghost Hand. I hope they aren't too weak, otherwise, it won't be satisfying to fight them."
"Haha, indeed, an arrogant kid!" At this moment, a rough voice sounded, and wherever the sound wave reached, it was as if a fierce wind had swept through.
