The supreme bloodline flowing within Shi Feiyang's body was like a giant dragon that had been asleep for a long time, quietly awakening at this moment, with power surging like a dark current, rushing through his meridians. He felt his perception skyrocketing like a rocket, and the world before him, like a tarnished bronze mirror, was suddenly brightened, with every detail vividly clear. Gong Simeng, on the other hand, had her brows tightly knit, anxiety and doubt full in her eyes, staring intently at the blue-glowing orb, her long whip in hand unconsciously gripped tighter, revealing her inner unease.
Jin Liufu also had a vigilant expression. As a veteran of the Jianghu, faced with the unknown and bizarre, his eyes showed a trace of caution, occasionally turning his head to observe the surroundings, trying to find a hint of a clue from the environment.
