"Elder, are you referring to Zhou Feng, who was sent from Youzhou three years ago?" Zhou Rong asked softly.
"Of course, it's him!" Zhou Yuheng said in a rough voice.
"But Elder, Zhou Feng's cultivation level is really..." Zhou Rong hesitated.
The elder suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes and stared intently at Zhou Rong.
Zhou Rong felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and all the hairs on his body stood up instantly, even a chilling sensation emanating from his bones. It was as if his heart was weighed down by a giant stone. He sensed that the elder could easily take his life with a flick of his hand. This overwhelming psychological pressure instinctively made Zhou Rong retreat several steps, creating a safe distance for himself.
Although Zhou Rong was an eighth-stage expert, facing the unfathomable strength of Zhou Yuheng, he didn't dare harbor a single thought of resistance.
