Ye Feng had been living a peaceful life. Every morning, he would meditate on the balcony, feeling the pulsating rhythm of the waking city. The Qingfeng Sword hung on the wall, the flame patterns on the blade shimmering faintly in the morning light.
The succulent plant on the windowsill was something he had picked up at the flower market, rumored to be a variant of some "immortal spirit herb" that would grow into a divine medicine with just a bit of water.
The reward points for resolving Azkalon's rampage through the city last time had already been credited to his account. Since Li Muyang hadn't mentioned his presence at all, all the reward points were credited entirely to him.
Chapter 89