Fighting Ning Feng

"Mu Lan, I heard you're the one who recommended Lu Ming to the Mystical Sword Sect. Looks like your foresight isn't any good. Lu Ming may have some potential, but he will die prematurely due to his arrogance," Ning Kong mocked.

Mu Lan pursed her lips and said icily, "Your son's the one that will die a premature death."

"Hmph, really? I hope you'll still be able to say the same later." Ning Kong waved his hand exasperatedly and sat down.

Swoosh!

Ning Feng leaped down from the viewing platform, his figure as swift as a swallow.

In a few strides, he had covered at least 50 meters, appearing on the Vermillion Bird Stage in no time.

"What a handsome technique! All the years Ning Feng has spent practicing martial arts truly cannot be overlooked. He's reached the Fifth Stage with this Inferior Yellow Level technique—the Swallow's Three Dips."