After hearing what Qing Ming had said, Feng Yin truly felt that the twists and turns involved were quite marvelous.
Indeed, it was not unjustified.
His greatest imaginary enemy had always been the Purple Emperor.
Feeling his own power was meager, and knowing the other was a supreme being of Nine Colors, the pinnacle of this world's cultivators, he naturally used every means to avoid and hide from him, never meeting face to face.
But all the scheming of the Purple Emperor ended up ruined by his own hands—a fact beyond dispute, and quite mystifying.
In fact, Feng Yin knew even more, How many of the Purple Emperor's plans had he destroyed?
Thinking about it made him feel a little smug.
"I stay within doors, merely directing strategies from behind the scenes, and have turned all the grand designs of the mighty Purple Emperor, the summit of this era, into nothing!"