Hearing his masters say this, Yun Feng was truly somewhat unconvinced.
Judging from his direct experiences—first kicking down the Fusang gates, then crushing the Evil God's statue—the two projections in the Capital posed zero threat to him; it was entirely on the level of a cat toying with a mouse, nothing more than an itch scratched through a boot.
However, the nine masters being so cautious still warmed Yun Feng's heart.
Chapter 512