My Heart Is Made Of Glass

"Damn it!" Cruel was burning with rage in his heart while looking at the disappearing Lin Fan. "You're going to regret this, Feng Qingzi!"

Towards Feng Qingzi, Cruel had his own reservations as well. At the same time, Feng Qingzi had an agreement with the Ancient race, that neither party would interfere with the other. However, both sides knew that this was only a temporary tactic to delay for time.

"Senior, you're really way too powerful! To think that even the Utmost Being of the ancient race would fear you!" Reverend Shakya remarked in astonishment.

He had yet to see a living being who could act so imposingly before an Utmost Being of the ancient race.

"That's for sure. Lad, do you feel like you've gained quite a bit of face by taking me as your master?" Feng Qingzi looked at the dejected Lin Fan and chuckled out.