After leaving, he joined the group and made his way to the foot of Zhui Feng Mountain. He saw smoke and dust rolling in the air above the peak, with mist everywhere, and a wave of evil Qi hitting his face. He sneered inwardly, "Others fear your golden wind and fierce fire, but I do not. Zhang Yan, you think you can use the terrain to defeat me this time, but you've got it wrong."
He turned around, cupped his hands, and said, "Fellow brothers, please wait here. It will be no more than a day, or as little as an hour, before I return to drink with you all."
Everyone returned the gesture, all looking relaxed, except for Feng Yao, who shook her head gently.
"Second Sister, do you not think well of Wang Pan?" Noticing Feng Yao's expression, Feng Zhen asked quietly.
