Ling Han looked at Ao Feng. Several months had passed, yet this genius of the Ao Family already crossed into the Flower Blossom Tier. He had an intangible constitution, clearly standing there yet nonexistent like the void. That feeling made him sick to the point of wanting to vomit.
The best solution was not to look at him.
Flower Blossom Tiers surpassed mortals, even Spiritual Ocean Tier warriors couldn't stare at them—an inkling of their power.
His expression was calm, but inside he was extremely vigilant. Flower Blossom Tier martial artists were too strong, such that even if he were at the ninth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier now, he wouldn't necessarily be able to resist; this limit was extremely hard to cross over.
If Ao Feng made a move, he would immediately enter the Black Tower.