In this foreign land, thousands of years had passed. Many geniuses had risen and many beauties had aged. The world had changed from generation to generation and not many people could leave behind any traces.
As for Chu Feng and the other outsiders, they kept a low profile and had been cultivating bitterly. They were in seclusion and no natives had come to attack them. They had experienced their power before.
Chu Feng put down the mottled scripture and stood up from under the ancient tree. Time hadn’t left any traces on his face. He was still young, but his eyes had become much deeper.
Over the years, he had mainly comprehended secret techniques, flipped through the emperor’s scriptures, studied breathing techniques, and studied all sorts of profound and unfathomable ancient secret manuals.