Three days later.
Late night.
A secluded shoreline.
Zhang Feng disembarked from the boat and gazed at the dimly lit forest ahead.
At this moment, the journey across the border, lasting over twenty days, was over, and he found himself back on Xiangjiang soil.
The only difference was that Zhang Feng's body now felt 'loose,' lacking the foundation of a martial artist as he walked.
Yet, on closer inspection, his movements resembled the starting pose of a dragon, subtly containing various power transformations.
In just three short days.
Zhang Feng mastered the use of power conversion techniques.
"Boss Zhang!"
At this point.
Xiaoxu disembarked as well, curiously eyeing Zhang Feng, "How did you do it?"
The biggest question Xiaoxu had these three days was, 'Why can you stand on water?'
He was unaware that Zhang Feng's greatest discovery was the 'versatility' of power manipulation.
Therefore.
Zhang Feng didn't have much to say to an 'outsider' like Xiaoxu.
