The witch turned her head in some surprise to look at Ling Feng, "Ling Feng, do you mean..."
Ling Feng nodded, "Indeed, I'm somewhat tempted because I meet all the conditions that the Tower Spirit mentioned! So I want to give it a try."
The Tower Spirit's disdainful voice echoed, "You meet them? I don't know where this insolent boy comes from. Don't think you can hide anything from me. In front of me, you have nowhere to hide..."
Halfway through the sentence, a white light shot from the Tower Spirit's eyes and fell on Ling Feng. In an instant, a brilliant golden light erupted from Ling Feng, overshadowing the white light.
"This... how is this possible? You are actually a Child of the Plane, and you possess such a powerful aura!" The Tower Spirit said with a hint of shock, "Moreover, I smell a familiar scent from you. Who exactly are you? If you truly are a Child of the Plane, a Son of Fortune, how could your strength be so low!"
