He already knew that Feng Li had led the group out of the tavern.
"Ancestor, I have a feeling that the visitors are up to no good. We should be prepared," Li Shenhai said worriedly.
"It's alright, I know why they're here. Just tell the disciples in the sect not to come out. You can't participate in battles at the Nascent Soul stage."
Han Feng wasn't overly worried; he understood Feng Li's purpose in coming.
"The enemy has fifteen or sixteen late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Ancestor to resist them alone. How about I lead a large formation to try and delay them for a while?"
"No need, just listen to me."
Han Feng shook his head and explained, "Everyone else is at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while you, forming a great formation, are barely at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. You can't even last a breath."
"Old Devil Han, are you in danger?"
Su Yinyue walked into the main hall and said gloatingly, "I can help you. The Taiqing Sect has a close relationship with my Yinyue lineage. If I step in, I can help you resolve this crisis."
"Then thank you very much, Miss Su," Li Shenhai said quickly.
"Don't say thank you yet. If you want my help, that's fine, but it depends on your ancestor's sincerity."
"What sincerity?"
"Put your ancestor on a dog leash, and then I'll lead him around. There's one more condition: we have to take him on a tour of the entire southern region."
"Miss Su, you'd better shut up."
"You're afraid your ancestors won't agree."
"I'm not worried about the ancestor, I'm more worried about you."
Li Shenhai could say he had watched Han Feng's journey, and that Han Feng had once compromised and yielded.
Many of those who tried to harm or bully him were completely destroyed, both physically and mentally.
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