Zhang Feng felt a small surge of excitement in his heart.
The Evil Cultivator he had been looking for all this time, is he finally going to appear?!
But soon, Zhang Feng seemed to think of something, his expression slightly changed.
Then, he silently chanted in his heart:
"Xiaotong, did you sense anything?"
Ma Xiaotong was currently inside him.
Moreover, he knew that one of Ma Xiaotong's obsessions was this Evil Cultivator.
Her hatred for this Evil Cultivator far exceeded his own.
She wished she could devour him alive.
However, if Ma Xiaotong sensed the aura of this Evil Cultivator, and her entire ghost was driven uncontrollably by hatred and anger, what would happen if she went berserk?
He didn't mind personally.
But if it affected other ordinary people, that wouldn't be good.
So, Zhang Feng wanted to give Ma Xiaotong a calming pill, to let her cool down.
However, Ma Xiaotong spoke in Zhang Feng's mind:
"Feel anything? Hmm... seems like no."
No?
