"Dao Origin City…" Deng Zimo muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
He turned stiffly to look at Lin Feng, his mind in complete chaos.
They had crossed more than twenty million miles…
In a single breath.
At that moment, Deng Zimo finally understood.
This was no impulsive young master.
This… was a being who treated heaven and earth as playthings.
"We need to go down, Master Lin Feng. Flying vessels are not permitted within Dao Origin City," Deng Zimo said quickly, his tone filled with unmistakable respect.
The change in his address was subtle, yet profound.
From young master to master.
It was not flattery, nor was it courtesy… it was genuine acknowledgment.
What Lin Feng had just displayed had completely shattered Deng Zimo's understanding of the world.
Never in his life had he seen, nor even read in ancient records, of someone capable of folding space and traversing tens of millions of miles in mere breaths.
That was no longer within the realm of talent.
