A head full of snow-white hair, half of which was sliced by Sword Qi.
"Yu Qingfeng, did you really think that by wearing a mask, I wouldn't recognize you?" Feng Qitong said coldly at this moment.
Then he continued mockingly, "I didn't expect the dignified Southern Border Priest to have joined Mount Kongtong long ago! Does the Southern Border Empress know that the dog she raised has already gone to guard someone else's gate?"
Acting pretentious in front of him?
Seeking to get slashed by a sword!
...
Upon hearing Feng Qitong's words, Yu Qingfeng's face under the mask turned sullen.
"Feng Qiwu, you know about Mount Kongtong?" Yu Qingfeng stared at Feng Qitong's expression intently, feeling uncertain and suspicious.
The hidden clans have avoided the world for thousands of years, through dynastic changes, even the current emperor is unaware of their existence. How does Feng Qiwu, a crown prince of a secular nation, know about them?
