Obtaining the True Form

The white-robed man walked around the villa in leisure for some time, calm and refined throughout the whole process.

His eyes were very spirited with a hint of scholarly elegance and appeared confident as if everything was in his grasp. The thought of having Chu Feng willingly deliver up his life to them made him smile mildly.

Chu Feng had long since arrived in the vicinity of the stylish manor and was ready to attack.

He entered the living room with an agile flash. The room was never locked and thus saved him a lot of trouble.

"I hope I can conceal myself from his divine instinct," Chu Feng muttered to himself. His whole being had completely merged into the surroundings like a dead tree, devoid of any and all signs of life.

After reaching such a level, his control over the body had reached an astonishing degree. At the same time, his spiritual energy had completely fused with his physical body, making it seemingly incorporeal.