What did it mean to feel one's impending doom countless times? What did it mean to not necessarily be able to die?
If it weren't for the Old City Lord's serious expression, Feng Hao would have genuinely thought he was showing off.
It felt like a centenarian complaining to a group of young people about living too long and wondering why he wasn't dead yet. It was an absolute, undisguised flex.
In short, by the time Feng Hao emerged from the City Lord's Mansion, he was still dwelling on the phrase, "Whether I can actually die or not depends on the will of Heaven."
Returning to Miao Medicine Tower, it was inevitable to chat and shoot the breeze with Kang Shuai and Wang Tongqian, taking the opportunity to introduce the little angel Miao Feng to the two of them.
The night was spent in cultivation, just like usual.
Early the next morning, Xi Yueyao ran over. After extorting meeting gifts from the two older Thief brothers, she and Feng Hao saw them off.
