622 I Can Only Paint Apples... (1.3 for 1 Chapter)

Hao Ren looked back and saw Zhen Congming and Wu Luoxue walking over, shoulder to shoulder.

A strong demonic aura drew near.

Wu Luoxue looked cool while Zhen Congming walked along with her, talking and gesturing ingratiatingly.

"Hehe, it is Little Xue and Congming." Xie Yujia smiled when she saw them.

Obviously, Xie Yujia didn't feel anything unusual.

Seeing Hao Ren didn't respond, she touched him in bafflement and asked, "What's it?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Hao Ren shook his head.

Without any nature essence, he couldn't feel the presence of any dragon cultivators, and he wondered why he could sense Zhen Congming's demonic aura.

When he was at Gen-level, he couldn't feel anything except for the vague sense which told him that Zhen Congming's low realm was between Kan-level and Li-level.

This demonic aura didn't give him any discomfort, but Hao Ren could clearly tell that it was different from his own cultivation method.