The Fight

Dong Tao noticed Feng Fan's expression and knew exactly what was on his mind. A bitter smile formed on his face. "I don't have the Black Turtle bloodline, but I am from the Dong family… I'm also not a body cultivator, but a qi cultivator."

Feng Fan nodded, sensing that Dong Tao wasn't lying.

"Brother Dong, why did you come here? I thought most people would be heading toward the center of the island."

Dong Tao felt a strange connection with Feng Fan, giving him a sense of goodwill. Still, he remained cautious and didn't reveal much. "I just had a feeling I should be here, so I came. What about you guys?"

In reality, Dong Tao could read fate to a certain extent using his artifact, but he wasn't about to admit that.

Because Feng Fan was reading Dong Tao's mind, he knew Dong Tao wasn't telling the truth but he didn't push it. After all, they had just met, and it made sense to be careful with strangers.