After treating Qing Ping Fairy and the others, Ling Feng sat cross-legged in place, disinclined to care about the life or death of the others.
The scene from that day of these guys aggressively surrounding and attacking him is still vivid in his memory.
Ling Feng is not a petty person, but he cannot bring himself to repay grievances with kindness.
The disciples all stared at Ling Feng, hoping to ask him for treatment, but felt a lump in their throats, unable to speak no matter how hard they tried.
To put it bluntly, Ling Feng was exceedingly merciful in bringing them out of the swamp lake; how could they expect him to forgive them and treat their poison?
The atmosphere suddenly became silent and eerie.
Lee Fei bit her silver teeth, gently tugged at Ling Feng's sleeve, and whispered, "Junior Brother Ling, you..."
"I know what I'm doing." Ling Feng pursed his lips; Lee Fei's heart was too kind. Seeing these people pitifully, she was likely to ask him to help again.
