Though Feng Feiyun had white hair now and a demonic aura, the old woman still recognized him.

He naturally couldn’t pay this sum right now so he smiled: “You’re funny, Senior. Let’s not talk about money all the time, it’ll hurt our friendship.”

The old woman’s expression soured right away, no longer being as friendly as before. She put away the six notes and ignored him, focusing on the floating citadel instead.

She found a gap between the patrols and entered right away. The formations outside couldn’t stop her.

He put on his invisible robe and followed her, wanting to see what was inside. A stench of blood greeted him along with a monstrous energy of death. It seemed like a city from hell.

A sanguine aura...