Lin Feng's body felt as if it had been electrified, and he stood there in a daze. He watched as the stone wall slowly closed, and the silhouette of Old North disappeared.,Not knowing how long he stood in place, the gaze of Lin Feng finally moved. His eyes closed slightly as he took a deep breath, and a mournful sigh echoed throughout the ancient hall.,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.。