Unknowingly, the night had deepened again.
When Jiang Feng emerged from the secret room, it was already nearing dawn!
He had absorbed all of the bodies of Oliver and the other three, and Demonic Qi filled him.
However, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, he couldn't help but miss Nangong Qingcheng, Chu Feifei, and the others at home.
This time, he had been away the longest without contacting anyone from home; probably Nangong Qingcheng and the other women had either gotten used to it or were somewhat disappointed in him, as they rarely called to ask about his current situation anymore.
He came alone to the pavilion, took out his phone, and opened WeChat, which he hadn't used in a long time, to see if there were any messages from Nangong Qingcheng and the others.
Unsurprisingly, although they rarely called, there were still many messages from Nangong Qingcheng and Chu Feifei on WeChat; the only thing was, he never replied.
