The wintry cliff was unreasonably cold.

Feng Chi stood there with empty eyes, looking handsome yet cold with an aura of vicissitude.

He used to be the greatest genius in the history of the Feng. Unfortunately, he fell at Banda Mountain.

Now, he has once climbed out of the grave, still as brilliant as ever. Alas, as a corpse evil, not human.

“Feng Mo sealed him in the ancestral ground wanting to turn him into the greatest corpse for fighting. Whitey and I snuck in there and took him out before running.” Little Demoness said.

“What happened next?” Feiyun stared at the unmoving corpse.

“Feng Mo sent many experts after us then we met the ones from Qian. They thought that these experts were our seniors and killed them all. I took advantage of that and ran into Bronze Cauldron.” She smiled.

“So that’s...