"North Old Master," Lin Feng's eyebrows knitted together. From the tone of North Old Master, it seemed as though he was conveying final wishes, which gave him an ominous feeling.,"Master, Old Master North, Old Master Void, the old lady, and so many sect elders... They risked everything, fearlessly facing death, using their lives to hold back the crowd and protect mine.",This is a subtle but powerful palm technique, like falling leaves or calm breeze and light wind. Its essence, however, is extremely tyrannical. If anyone dare underestimate it, a single strike could be fatal.。