C186 Hunting the windblown beast

It was late at night, and as dense as syrup that could not be dissolved …

Ye Feng sat cross legged on his bed, his heart filled with conflict as he cultivated. This time, he did not use the spirit liquid.

The reason was naturally because they were afraid of causing irreparable damage to the Soul Body if they were to break through again in a short period of time.

"Sigh