"Bang!"
The door was slammed shut by Tuoba Yan, and Ling Feng shook his head helplessly. This woman changed her face as quickly as flipping a page; it was truly perplexing.
He raised his palm, and between his fingers was a smudge of black ash, the remains left after pinching the Soul-Expelling Worm to pieces.
"Such an evil and sinister insect was supposed to have gone extinct a millennium ago. Who on earth is this Tianluo Ancestor?"
Ling Feng's gaze glinted coldly as he touched his chin in thought, "What secret is Second Lady Feeng hiding, that the Tianluo Ancestor would go to such lengths to obtain her..."
"Enough, enough, these matters will eventually come to light."
Ling Feng shook his head as a wave of fatigue hit him. After all, pulling the Soul-Expelling Worm from the Feeng Family Patriarch's Sea of Consciousness had consumed too much Spiritual Power, so for now, he should take a brief rest to replenish his energy.
A day passed swiftly.
