Xuan Ancestor

'This face... Xuan Yang???' Xu Feng's mind whirled at the connection. It was a shockwave that collided with the grumbling emptiness in his belly, a wild battle unfolding within him as hunger and shock wrestled for control.

The hunger won the battle, asserting its dominance. 

Xu Feng turned to the ghostly figure and said, "This great cultivator is benevolent and kind, and…" The words faltered on his lips as he struggled to navigate this strange interaction with the spectral being. 

"I'm hungry," he finally admitted, the rumbling growl of his stomach punctuating his shameless plea for food.

The noises was louder than the last set of grumbles. His face was tinted pink, but Xu Feng stared straight at the pale face without flinching.

'I am shameless.'

'I am shameless.'

'I am shameless.' Xu Feng chanted the words over and over again like a good luck charm to ward away misfortune.

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