“Thank you for helping.” Meng Taiyu cupped his fist and lowered his head towards Feng Feiyun. He had both fear and respect in his eyes due to the guy’s cultivation.

Feiyun ignored the look of disdain from that young noble earlier. He tapped Mengyue’s shoulder and smiled: “I should be the one thanking you, Brother Feng. I probably would have died in Kalpa if you didn’t help me out.

“You’re…”

Meng Taiyue stared at Feiyun because the guy was too different compared to their first meeting. Moreover, Feiyun’s cultivation was surprising too. An ordinary cultivator couldn’t save him from that young noble in the blink of an eye.

That young noble could easily kill an Enlightened Being.

“My name is Feng Feiyun. I’ve been looking all over for you at the market during the last two days.” Feiyun acted familiar.

“Why are you looking for me?” Meng Taiyue became curious.

“I was thinking that...