When Li Feng was talking to Xiao Yunluo about his previous experience of fighting with the Immortal Matriarch against the demonic cultivators, Feng Yu Die kept looking at the closed eyes of Li Longling. Inexplicably, a trace of sympathy appeared in her heart, and she looked meaningfully at Xiao Tian, who was sitting on her shoulder, wanting to know if there was any way to cure her.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Tian rolled her eyes, but Feng Yu Die was her master, and it wouldn't be a bad thing to know about it. So, she still took out the *Heavenly Dao Scroll* and started reading it.

"Hmm..."

Feng Yu Die raised her eyebrows. 'What?'

"*It's not that bad. It can be cured, but there's nothing you can do now. She was born blind*." Xiao Tian frowned slightly, feeling a little sympathy, and continued, "*Her mother was a *Foundation Building* cultivator, and her heart collapsed when she gave birth to her. Li Feng wanted to save the mother, but after her insistence, in the end, he did his best to save the child's life*."

"..."

Xiao Tian swept her eyes left and right over the scroll and sighed again, a little helpless. "*Sigh-- this Li Feng's life is quite tragic. He was originally a cultivator with four spiritual roots. It was with the help of the Immortal Matriarch that he barely achieved the *Nascent Soul* stage. But after that, his cultivation process stagnated. Until now, he had been stuck in the early stage of the *Nascent Soul* for nearly a thousand years. And now, it seems his lifespan is almost over*."

"..."

"*Li Feng's cultivation partner was also a four spiritual roots cultivator, the same as him. Although it is not very clear in the book, I feel that this may be the reason why he formed a couple with a female cultivator in the Foundation Building stage*..."

Feng Yu Die took a sip of tea and nodded.

At this moment, Li Feng looked at the sky and saw that the sun was about to set.

"Sister Xiao, you are here to participate in the Dragons' Convention, right? There is still some time before the opening. Why don't you stay in the ***Dragon House*** these days? It's just as if you were in the ***Black Star*** Sect. If you need anything, please tell the servants in the Mansion."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Xiao Yunluo cupped her hands in thanks, and then she took out a long cherry wood box about the length of her arm from the storage bag. She offered it to Li Feng with both hands.

"Senior Brother Li, this is the birthday gift that my mother prepared for you. I was told to give it to you in private. For the birthday banquet, I have another gift prepared."

"Give it to me in private?" Li Feng was a little confused, but after hearing that it was from Si Xuanji, he took it with both hands. Then, he looked at the wooden box and asked, "What's inside?"

"I don't know. My mother set a restriction on the box."

"Ah, so..." Li Feng nodded, sighing. "It's been more than three hundred years since I've seen the Immortal Matriarch. When you return, convey my gratitude to her, please."

"Will do."

After they walked away, Li Feng let out a long breath, then picked up the wooden box given by Xiao Yunluo and pointed his sword fingers at it. A gust of spiritual wind swept by, and the wooden box floated, the lid sliding open on its own.

Inside the box was an old sword hilt, covered in scars and even with rusty blood on it.

Li Feng narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, making the sword hilt fly to him, and immediately gritted his teeth.

This was the sword he used when he followed Si Xuanji to fight the demonic cultivators, but it broke during a confrontation with an elder from the ***Demonic*** Sect. At that time, Si Xuanji arrived and saved his life.

Li Feng initially thought that the sword was lost, but he did not expect that Si Xuanji had kept it for him all this time.

And she chose this exact moment to send him this sword hilt.

That was probably more significant than a thousand words.

Si Xuanji probably knew the end of his life was near, so she sent this broken hilt as her last gift to say, "Li Feng, I have never forgotten you, good friend."

However, when he thought about what he was going to do next, he also felt that Si Xuanji was reminding him: "Don't do anything stupid."

Li Feng didn't know what Si Xuanji meant.

What's more, he didn't know whether or not Si Xuanji knew that he had already made a pact with a demonic cultivator.

But there was no doubt that, when he saw the sword hilt, he was indeed shaken.

At this moment, it was as if those years of fighting the demonic cultivators with Si Xuanji had been dug out of the river of his life by this hilt, and hundreds of years flashed by in his eyes.

"That old woman... hehehe..."

Li Feng smiled bitterly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed.

At this time, a sudden breeze swept through Li Feng's gray hair.

Instantly, he came back from his nostalgia and angrily looked toward the door of the stone pavilion, his eyes bursting out with a strong killing intent.

The visitor was a man with an evil aura, dressed in purple. Standing five feet in front of the pavilion, he cupped his hands and greeted politely. "Master Li."

Li Feng's eyebrows trembled slightly as he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Master, I just wanted to remind you that living is more important than anything else. If you die, the entire ***Dragon House*** will be on Longling's shoulders. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should still worry about her. Think about it. She is only sixteen years old now and has only reached the *Qi Refining* perfection level. Can she really manage the entire ***Dragon House***?"

"..."

"The Immortal Family has asked you to guard the extremely inflamed spiritual veins here, but they don't care about your life or death. Presumably, after your death, Li Longling will probably be desperate. She can't see. Can she survive a week without you in the **Zhouxing Tian Realm**?"

Li Feng narrowed his eyes. "Are you done? Get out of here if you're done."

The evil man was slightly startled and said with a smile, "One more thing, the girl you just met is the Young Lady of the ***Black Star*** Sect, right? If you still think about old feelings and can't attack her, I would be happy to do it for you..."

"How presumptuous!!"

Li Feng frowned, and his *Nascent Soul* spiritual energy was like a storm, blowing over the plants in the garden with a rustling sound.

Swish---

A ray of spiritual energy blew past the evil man's ear, leaving a bloodstain on the left side of his face.

However, the next moment, Li Feng coughed violently.

"Cough-- cough..."

The evil man breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Master Li, in half a month, you will be an elder of the ***Demonic*** Sect. Aren't you ready to end your fate with the Immortal Family?"

Li Feng spat a mouthful of blood and gritted his teeth. "That will be half a month later. I am still the master of the **Dragon Mountain**!! You can't even think about messing around in the ***Dragon House***!!"

"Well, Master Li, you had better take care and make sure you can survive even half a month."

After saying this, the evil man turned into a purple shadow and disappeared from the pavilion.

After watching him leave, Li Feng closed his eyes and let out a long breath, then looked down at the sword hilt he held.

After thinking for a while, Li Feng gritted his teeth slightly. Then, with a firm grip of his right hand, the hilt turned into energy particles by his own aura and fell to the ground between his fingers, dissipating away.