"I can't tell whether Dongfeng is a friend or foe. The situation is becoming increasingly complicated," Dao Feng said softly, tilting his head back and downing the wine in his glass.
Once considered the world's top master, Dao Feng now felt a bit powerless in this moment. As the Yangtze River pushes forward its waves, every generation sees new masters emerge to steal the spotlight from those of the old guard.
The night grew deeper. The celebration was winding down, and everyone gradually dispersed to tend to their own affairs.
Huang Yi and Dao Feng transformed into a different appearance, strolling through the bustling streets of Xuanyuan City's prosperity. Using private chat mode, only their voices reached each other's ears, shielded from outsiders.
The streets were lively and crowded, and passionate shouts of vendors echoed from roadside shops, brimming with the spirit of everyday life.
