"Even though you're hiding quite deeply."
"But I think, having lost so much Evil God's Power, you must be quite unhappy, right?"
As the thought passed through his mind, Chen Feng squinted and looked out the window.
In the endlessly unknown layers of space, amidst a projection of neon lights, there were intricately intertwined, ancient-style buildings.
As if sensing his cold intent, or discovering the weakening of his own power.
A black-robed figure sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, a flash of scarlet flickering through his pitch-black pupils.
"Flame Tiger Master...."
The cold voice echoed, with the black robe hood covering most of the face.
Glancing around the whole room, one could see an antique tea table, paper-paned wooden windows, and porcelain vases.
Additionally, there were seven or eight scarlet crystals, fist-sized, placed around the body, arranged in a circle.
They should have been bright red, with shimmering gloss.
