A vast expanse of white engulfs the world, everything shrouded in white mist.
In Xu Feng's perception, this mist seems to obscure all senses; he could hardly feel anything that exists beyond the fog.
"Yo, a rare visitor, and it's not a disciple from Tianxuan Sacred Land this time." A whinny voice echoed.
"Please come inside, my brothers and sisters are feeling quite empty, go and fill them up."
Xu Feng, hearing this voice, stayed silent and slowly walked forward.
"Why aren't you speaking? Give a response."
"What made those old fellows agree to let you enter the Sword Spirit Secret Realm?"
"Tell me, I'll pick a fine sister for you, guaranteed top-notch~"
The white mist around Xu Feng began to stir, and through the fog, a sword shadow could be faintly seen shuttling back and forth.
"Do you have any Saint Level sisters? Can you introduce me to one?" Xu Feng smiled faintly.
