Although Feng Ying appeared courteous and kind to others, Chen Mo sensed a vague hostility towards him.
Chen Mo glanced at Feng Ying, noticing a string of red numbers, 140238, on his forehead.
On the way here, Elder Huang Yi had mentioned to him that among the younger generation in the Spirit Platform Realm of the Eagle Owl Race, Feng Ying, Huang Su, and Feng Xuan were the most talented and strongest, and had just turned sixteen.
Chen Mo wasn't in a relaxed mood; in Central State, he was a rare cultivation genius seen once in millennia, having entered the First Grade Celestial Human Realm before turning thirty.
But here, he was considered quite old.
Nonetheless, he didn't belittle himself. He believed that with the resources Feng Ying had, his achievements wouldn't just stop there.
Feng Ying smiled, his gaze quickly scanning the Cyan Jade Bracelet on Chen Mo's wrist, then he was about to say something further when...
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
