After a period of quiet, Lin Fenglin suddenly looked up to the moon, "the moon, you are alone this time?"

Yueyang nodded, "yes, sir, I am told that everything is subject to master Feng!"

"ah!" Lin Fenglin sighed a little. He was confused about the following two poems, but he could see that they were related to fire and water, but he had no clue.

"I venture to ask you, what is the state of your cultivation in Yueyang!" Lin Fenglin then asked.

"young master Huifeng, I belong to the middle stage of Shenjun, but I can barely fight with the latter stage of Shenjun!" The respectful answer of Yueyang...