"Hmm..." Fan Sifu nodded, while Fan Xiaoyu's face looked extremely unpleasant, saying nothing. At this moment, they dared not underestimate Ye Feng anymore, but they still felt deeply humiliated inside, especially Fan Xiaoyu.
At the same time, within the Penglai Immortal Pavilion, there was a massive altar on the square.
On the altar, there was an ancient formation, and within that ancient formation, there was a gigantic cage.
Inside that gigantic cage was a young woman dressed in a blue martial arts Daoist robe.
That woman, with tattered clothes, a haggard face, dust-stained cheeks, and disheveled hair, still showed a remarkably delicate face despite her miserable state.
At this moment, a woman with a single ponytail, holding a longsword, walked to the cage door and said, "Han Yi, prepare yourself quickly. We're about to begin cultivation; prepare to release your demonic power!"
Indeed, the person in that cage was none other than Ye Feng's wife, Han Yi!
