C565 Fallen Spirit Martial Meeting

A mealtime had passed when Ye Feng opened his eyes, his expression grave. A few meters away, Mo Wuheng sat watching him intently, and upon seeing Ye Feng's eyes open, he cast an inquisitive glance his way.

"We've secured the palace and gathered quite a bit of valuable intelligence," Ye Feng stated, his face devoid of any smile, his tone serious