Misty Peak Summit.
A gentle breeze brushed against the face, and the trees rustled and trembled.
Ye Feng looked at the flourishing sect, feeling an immense sense of relaxation, but his expression immediately turned serious at the thought of the mysterious woman tasked with recreating the Myriad Clans.
"Where exactly is this person?"
Ye Feng sat in his seat, propped his chin with one hand, pondering this matter.
The mysterious woman's physique was too strong.
In a battle of the same level, even Ye Feng couldn't guarantee he'd be able to defeat her. He was aware of his own formidable strength but had yet to battle with the mysterious woman, so he couldn't make a definitive judgment.
After much consideration, Ye Feng decided not to go out.
For the foreseeable future, staying home would suffice.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year.
Today was once again New Year's Eve.
