Before this, Qingfeng also happened to rush over from the Central Garden, looking quite nosy, to find out what Wang Zhifan had learned from the master.
Wang Zhifan didn't really want to talk much to this fellow, but since the other was one of the hosts of this conference, he slightly disclosed some information to satisfy his curiosity.
"Enemies from the outer realm? Which outer realm? Could it be those fragmented little worlds even farther than the Demon Realm? I've heard the strongest existences there aren't even beyond the Innate realm, not worth mentioning at all!"
Qingfeng, upon hearing this, showed some disdain and didn't take the so-called outer realm enemies seriously. He was clearly more interested in something else, leaning in to Wang Zhifan and mysteriously inquiring:
"When you went in just now, did you notice what the master was writing?"
"Hmm, the master was writing on a roll of yellow cloth."
Wang Zhifan replied with some confusion on his face.
