C370 Faking

Han Feng was lost in thought, deeply engrossed in his own world as he pondered and speculated about the true identity of the Saint Lord.

A minute later, Han Feng's blood rage subsided. Beneath his feet, a pool of blood gave off tendrils of steam that drifted away and vanished into the air.

"Ta ta..." With each step leaving behind a bloody footprint, Han Feng, with furrowed brows