The man in the red robe was tall and slender. His black hair draped gently down his shoulders, framing his handsome and almost perfect face. 

Around his red robe was a white jade belt strapped around his waist. His face was so handsome that it could be described as beautiful.  

However, he exuded an extremely terrifying aura. Even if he was just standing there, Dao fluctuations endlessly circulated his body like swirling flames. 

The moment he stepped into the room everyone, except the unconscious black-robed youngster, stood up to greet him, including the severely wounded Huang Shi. 

“We pay our respects to Young Master Xingfeng!”

The servants bowed humbly. The arrogance and conceit previously on their faces completely faded. 

Lin Xun also couldn’t help but narrow his eyes when he saw the red-robed man. 

Su Xingfeng!

Before he set off, Zhao Jingxuan had mentioned to him that Su Xingfeng was one of the representative disciples of the Spirit Treasure Holy Land. He was extremely talented and had reached...