"The asparagus grass is growing well today." Han Feng carefully dug out a green herb with leaves like dragon's whiskers, and nodded with satisfaction, "If you pick two more plants, you can exchange money for dad's medicine."
While he was concentrating on collecting herbs, a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly came from the distance. Han Feng raised his head alertly and saw a few streaks of light rushing from the direction of Qingxuan Gate, followed closely by three figures shrouded in black energy.
"Cultivator?" Han Feng quickly hid behind a boulder. Qingxi Village is attached to Qingxuanmen. He has known about the existence of cultivators since he was a child, but this is the first time he has witnessed the cultivators fighting at such a close range.
