A storm has settled.

Getting up, Xia Fei looked out into the distant galaxy.

He could feel that Wistful Heizus, Fuchen, and the other experts were not actually far from where he was, and he must have helped and guarded him as he advanced. Otherwise, with such a powerful energy pulse, the others' curiosity would have long been piqued enough to come investigate what had happened.

Xia Fei kept his treasure, and even Furball and Little Goldie were placed in his sleeves. With such a heaven-stirring energy pulse, Tong Jinliang and the others must have plenty of questions they wanted answers to, but the more of these moments Xia Fei found himself in, the more he needed to keep things to himself. Xia Fei had always had the practice of keeping one or two trump cards hidden, and that was also the key on why he had managed to survive up to the present.