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"How do I know if you have the ability to come in again? What if you stood me up?" As she spoke, Lady Black Crow's eyes turned slightly cold, and she let out a light snort, "What I hate the most are no-shows, you little human brat. You'd better not disappoint me."
Upon hearing her words, Xia Feng nodded in agreement, finding it reasonable. Besides, he had already taken quite an advantage, so there was no rush.
"Let's leave it at that, Lady Black Crow. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
"Mm." Lady Black Crow closed her eyes.
But after a moment, the black-haired young man turned back, scratching his head awkwardly, "Ahem, how do I leave this place?"
Lady Black Crow: "....."
"I really don't understand how you managed to break in here." She was somewhat speechless; usually, those who could enter the Forbidden Land were top-tier fighters, not little brat, as weak as they come.
Although those strong fighters usually met a terrible fate...
"Little brat, come here." Lady Black Crow felt a bit weary, unsure whether placing her hopes on such a low-level Spirit Master was reliable.
She fluttered her wings and flew down from the branch again.
Following her orders, Xia Feng stepped closer, and saw Lady Black Crow touching her feather to his forehead, her tone lazy yet solemn, "Return Spirit!"
Xia Feng's mind blurred for a moment, feeling the world spin around him, faintly hearing Lady Black Crow's lazy, mature voice coldly snort, "Little brat, if you dare to fool me, you'll see!"
Xia Feng abruptly opened his eyes, stunned as he looked around; amidst the snow-filled world with trees scattered chaotically, Qi Xiao's corpse laid beside him.
"Is this, directly returning to my original body?" He raised his hands, somewhat surprised, "Return Spirit, huh? These Spiritual Clothes aren't bad."
As he pondered, he didn't linger and quickly found his way back to the portal that had spat him out.
The portal was slowly shrinking, and he estimated it would repair and disappear without a trace in a few hours.
Then, he truly wouldn't be able to find his way back to the Lowe region.
He didn't hesitate and stepped directly into the portal.
"How long has it been?"
Wei Shutong approached Zhao Jie, looking at the sinister forest enveloped in blood-red hues, and asked curiously.
Zhao Jie glanced at his watch, smiling eerily, "Eight hours and nineteen minutes, Wei. It seems your cheaply adopted son really has some skills, to be able to tangle with my disciple for so long."
Wei Shutong, expressionless, looked up at the Blood Moon in the sky, silently refuting.
After all, even Spirit Masters at the same stage could vary greatly for various reasons.
Even if Xia Feng was a genius, he had just advanced to First Rank Spirit Master and hadn't had time to learn many Spiritual Clothes; Qi Xiao had been at First Rank for many years, whether in terms of the number of Spiritual Clothes, Spiritual Pressure intensity, neurological reaction, or combat experience, all were incomparable to Xia Feng.
The disparity was glaring.
He really couldn't think of any way Xia Feng could have defeated Qi Xiao, the best outcome being him using a mutual destruction tactic and both ending badly wounded.
But even that probability was incredibly low; success would leave him incapacitated as well.
"Hey, Wei, how about transferring me that million now?" Zhao Jie patted Wei Shutong's shoulder, chuckling lowly, "Though the bet is a million, if you transfer now, I'll only take five hundred thousand. How about it?"
Dressed in a crisp suit, leaning on his cane, Wei Shutong spoke coolly, "Stop playing these tricks; let's just wait and see the results."
After saying this, he closed his eyes to rest, no longer speaking.
"Heh~" Zhao Jie knew Wei prided himself, and was just putting on a brave face. He didn't expose him but simply scoffed mockingly, waiting for Qi Xiao's return. Then, it wouldn't be too late to mock this cripple.