C597 Sword-drawn anxiety

With the Thousand Illusion Mask in his hands, Zhu Xiong was also constantly making his own preparations. He was very obedient and within these three days, he had yet to find Wu Feng.

However, three feet of ice was not a day's worth of cold. If he wanted to reach Flying Feather Realm, even if his current situation was different from how it had been in the past