"So, it might be a matter of angle, which caused me not to notice before."
With a flash of insight, Chen Feng had another guess.
Perhaps, that light orb happened to appear just at that moment.
The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became, and he could only suppress it in the end.
"No matter the situation, I must obtain this light orb."
With the thought set, Chen Feng immediately got up, picked up his phone, and sent a message to the Flying Eagle Master.
It was still seven-oh-five in the morning, and only one night had passed on Earth Star.
Soon, the phone received a reply, but the result was less than satisfactory.
[Flying Eagle Master: Master Chen, you’re up early, hehe.]
[Still tracking for now, I did find some Divine Martial Alliance disciples, but they seem to be on the Snake Spirit Path...]
The person was within Suluo’s territory, but unfortunately, the tracker hadn’t combined with the Crow of the Dead crystalizer.
Shaking his head, Chen Feng had to put down his phone and looked at his left palm.
[Crow of the Dead: 0/100]
To capture the Talent Light Group, he needed to have a second-time dream and re-enter the Realm of the Dead.
"Think of another way."
Chen Feng exhaled a breath of stale air, calming himself down.
Then, after a simple tidying up, he pushed open the door of the Quiet Room and left, seeing the various figures within the Martial Arts Hall.
"Bold, look at my Giant Tiger Technique!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, Senior Brother is working hard, finally taking a rare nap, don’t wake him up..."
A dozen formal and core disciples were on the first floor honing their muscles and bones, practicing boxing with standing.
It was still early, and the students from the Core Class hadn’t arrived yet.
Soon, someone noticed Chen Feng coming out of the Quiet Room, and soon voices began to rise.
Almost everyone stopped their actions and looked over in unison.
The two who had been talking before, as well as another person, whispered.
"See, it’s all your fault for waking up Senior Brother."
"Shh, lower your voice, don’t drag me down."
Shaking his head, Chen Feng restrained his perception, pretending not to hear.
He raised his hand, signaling everyone to continue their martial arts training, and before long, Cao Tong appeared with a disciple carrying breakfast.
"Lately, it’s been cold, so I had them heat up the porridge again."
Cao Tong grinned, and with the disciple, walked into the adjoining Quiet Room, placing the wooden tray on the table.
Golden Yuan Porridge, dried meat, fruits....
Chen Feng nodded, indicating for him to join in the meal.
"I’ve already eaten."
Cao Tong explained, sitting on the side in a black fleece hoodie.
Once the disciple who had come with them left, Chen Feng withdrew his gaze and asked him about the Evil God Church.
"No, the Snake Spirit Sect only appeared once in Nanjiang before, and then it was gone."
"The same for several nearby cities, no one’s mentioned it."
Cao Tong, although unsure why Chen Feng was concerned about the Evil God Church, still reported truthfully.
He had been instructed to gather information before, and later also sent people to inquire, but there had always been little gain.
Hearing this, Chen Feng didn’t feel disappointed, as Chi Country already regarded the Evil God Church as taboo, and occurrences like the previous Snake Spirit Sect were mere coincidences.
Shaking his head, he could only instruct Cao Tong to further investigate the matter, patiently waiting for the results.
Then, he finished his breakfast.
Only he remained in the Quiet Room.
Matters concerning the Talent Light Group required patience, and he could only force himself to suppress distractions, standing and practicing boxing, adapting to the gradual transformation at each step of the Divine Soul checkpoint.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sound of fists in the air continuously arose, and he could feel the transformation process gradually accelerating.
And it was at that moment.
The sound of knocking came, and unexpectedly, Cao Tong, who should have left, returned.
In his puzzlement, he actually brought an unexpected message.
"That woman from Suluo is here again."