In Zhou Feng's eyes, Daoist Ziyuan's aura was not only very strange, but even his attire was peculiar.
He was dressed in a crimson Daoist robe, which was decorated with… blurry human faces.
If he was not mistaken, the black marks on it were actual human faces, and they seemed to be wailing in pain. They gave off a depressing feeling as well.
"No! You are from the surface!"
Daoist Ziyuan's eyes widened slightly when he saw Zhou Feng.
The aura Zhou Feng exuded could not have come from the bottom of the abyss. This definitely came from the people from the surface.
"From the surface?"
Zhou Feng's face did not change much, but he noted down this kind of address in his heart.
'In other words, the people here are familiar with the surface?'
For some reason, he felt as if he had touched upon a shocking secret.
"It's that b*stard who escaped! I knew it! That technique isn't stable at all!"