The moment Feng returned to the ruler's territory, he saw it standing near the river, exuding a suffocating presence.
Its cultivation base was at full throttle, and for a moment, he felt as if he were gazing upon the Blackwood Ruler for the first time—a true powerhouse.
And yet, Feng didn't feel as intimidated as before.
Though his body shivered, he forced himself to remain calm.
He knew the Blackwood Ruler had always treated him as kin.
Even considering his Heaven's Pact, he couldn't understand why it had shown him such kindness.
But Feng was someone who knew how to separate gratitude from grudges.
He suspected the Blackwood Ruler was aware he was leaving and might simply be putting on a show. Feng wasn't sure.
"I pay my respects, Senior. I have learned the basics of everything you've taught me—the Ruler's Physique and the Blackwood Dominance Art.
