章 322: Eagle Form Style

Among the Mystics, two felt a great amount of unease in their hearts as they looked towards the villa. However, they still hardened their scalps and walked in.

Bei Feng was sitting in the hall, drinking a cup of tea in a casual manner. His slender fingers rapped lightly against the wooden table surface.

"Did the bunch of you think that I've died?"

A solemn atmosphere hung heavily in the room, causing Mystic One and the rest to feel like a mountain had descended on their bodies.

The entire group fell silent, and Mystic Six and Mystic Ten's foreheads were lined with sweat.

A puff of white flame lingered on Bei Feng's fingertip, flickering gently in the breeze.