It felt surreal to see an old man inside a hut in this land of death, especially when he was the first clan master of the Feng.

After carefully listening to Feng Feiyun’s explanation, the old man finally got the gist of the story.

“Truly shameless, the clan actually had these pieces of trash, fearing the Yin Gou Clan and sacrificing their own. Completely shameless!” Feng Mo twirled the beard on his chin with his eyes glaring. The initially gentle old man has become sharp.

He was strolling around the hut before suddenly flashing and appearing next to Feng Feiyun then grabbed Feiyun’s wrist.

He nodded with a sigh: “Yes, first-level Heaven’s Mandate, Grand Historical Genius.”

He let go of Feiyun’s wrist and noticed the gray strands of hair on his forehead. His face grimaced as he wondered why this youth became so feeble before his age?

He suddenly loosened Feiyun’s robe and stared at Feiyun’s muscular...