The Azure Sharp Swallow flew freely in the air and Zhao Feng stood on its back.
His eyes were closed as he faced the chaotic wind; incessantly recovering his Yuan Qi.
As he had an ancient bloodline, Zhao Feng’s recovery speed was much faster than normal people and it was soon 70-80% recovered.
At a certain point in time, Zhao Feng opened his eyes and a faint blue light flashed from the centre of his eyes.
“Could it be that my left eye… is going to undergo another change… ?” Zhao Feng murmured to himself.
After the battle when Zhao Feng fully circulated his God’s Spiritual Eye, the mysterious ice cold blue aura would appear.
His hand ran over his pure azure hair and amongst them were a few ice blue hairs.
Zhao Feng’s expression changed slightly. A small amount of his azure hair had started to turn ice blue.
The ice blue aura in his left eye… Ice blue hair appearing in his azure hair…
What did this all mean?
Zhao Feng’s eyes was filled with joy and expectation.