On the top floor of a thirty-story building in Shanlitun, Qin Feng sat on the edge, focusing his Spiritual Power downward.
The entire street was in view, and any subtle changes wouldn't escape his eyes.
The evening wind roared; though spring had begun, the northwesterly wind was still biting cold.
The Dragon Python, transformed to the height of a person, squatted beside Qin Feng, licking its lips and said, "Master, I'm hungry!"
Qin Feng smiled lightly, "Wait a bit, I'll treat you to a feast soon!"
The Dragon Python's eyes widened with excitement, "You're not deceiving me, are you? I'm an honest being, I can't take deceit!"
Qin Feng said, "Why would I lie to you? Have you ever eaten Bat Spirit? Its blood is vigorous, even tastier than Dragon Carp!"
"I haven't, but if Master says it's delicious, then it must be!"
The Dragon Python shook its head with an air of anticipation.
