Canyon

Purple Saint Ruins, in a corner next to a mountain.

“Hmm?”

Zhao Feng’s figure suddenly stopped as he sensed a connection on the other side of his blood pact.

If it was in the outside world this blood pact connection would be very strong and the higher their cultivation the stronger their senses.

However, in the Purple Saint Ruins every type of sensing was restricted and Zhao Feng’s God’s Spiritual Eye couldn’t even be avoided. After all, the owner of this ruins had reached the Mystic Light Realm when she was alive and was just a step away from reaching the Heavenly Divine Realm.

The other side of the blood pact was obviously the little thieving cat.

After entering the Purple Saint Ruins, Zhao Feng, Zhao Yufei and the little thieving cat were all split up.

At this point in time Zhao Feng could only feel a blurry direction.

“I’ll first meet up with the little thieving cat.”

Because of this sensing Zhao Feng decided to change his plan.