The old man paid the two juniors no mind, not even sparing them a glance.
He turned and led the fawning Li Wei back into the private chamber behind the curtain.
Only after the two figures disappeared did Gao Fei let out a long sigh.
His face was a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
"Did you see that? The presence, the style."
"That's a master for you!"
Gao Fei said sourly, "If he gave me a Tier Three Potion, I'd even call him Dad."
Han Feng collected his thoughts and patted Gao Fei's shoulder.
"Alright, don't be so sour."
"Everyone has their own path. It's not something you can get just by being envious."
Although the dual-colored red and blue energy structure was strange, Han Feng had no intention of delving deeper.
The world of such big shots was too far removed from his own.
The most important thing right now was to get stronger himself.
'As long as I'm strong enough, things like Tier Three Potions and so-called masters will eventually be within my reach.'
