The Ancient War

The bright moon slowly rose into the sky. Bright moonlight sprinkled down, casting a layer of a mysterious and pure white veil over the Phoenixes' ancestral land.

Ou Yangming walked slowly and arrived at a small courtyard.

Here, Feng Mu was looking at him with a smile. His old eyes were filled with wisdom that could see through everything.

Ou Yangming raised his head and met this pair of eyes. He could not help but pause slightly. He did not know why, but when the eyes looked at him, while he had a feeling that he had been seen through, deep down he did not feel the slightest bit of discomfort or have rebellious thoughts.

It was as if he could let go of all his thoughts, and even his state of mind could become calm and unperturbed.

What kind of powerful and inconceivable ability was this? Once Ou Yangming noticed this, his expression could not help but change slightly.