Within the stands, Long Feng sat there motionless as the golden light from the stage obscured his vision for a brief moment.
After the light faded away, his once expressionless face behind his veil hat was now filled with shock.
“Isn’t this Karma? How could this brat have the ability to use Karma?!”
Long Feng’s head buzzed as he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.
First, it was that weird person with his odd Wood Qi, and now it was this brat with the ability to seemingly manipulate Karma. A skill Long Feng himself had only ever read about in his clan but never heard or seen anyone use personally.
“Just what the hell is this place exactly? How could there be people like them in this backwater sub-region?’
No, it wasn’t that Long Feng was seeing geniuses comparable to those from his Central Continent, but because he was seeing them gathered as that thief's friends.
Long Feng’s face sported a deep frown, he was rather discontent with this fact.