The next morning, as the sun rose in the east, Chu Fei and the others emerged from the "embassy" in twos and threes.
Everyone was relaxed and cheerful, chatting and laughing, but what they discussed were the gains they had made during the treatment of the Dragon Race. They had already discussed it all night, for dozens of hours, and they would continue discussing it now.
During yesterday's treatment, everyone had gained enormously. For Big Data Cultivation, being able to collect data was the greatest gain of all.
As a group of elites, the experience, data, potential prescriptions, and treatment methods they had gathered while "treating" Golden Dragons and Flood Dragons were beyond count.
Ahead of them, Chiyan Zuanfeng was chatting with Jiang Hong. The two "people" were equally cheerful, as though they had completely forgotten yesterday's Immortal Cultivator ambush—as though it had never happened at all.
As they walked, Chu Fei suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his expression wilted.
"What... happened?" Jiang Hong asked in surprise.
Before Chu Fei could speak, Zhao Yonghe said grimly, "Minister Jiang, although we moved quickly enough to evade them last night, we were still attacked by something inexplicable.
"Even after the battle ended, we never found the enemy's whereabouts. Since we never found the attacker from beginning to end, we have no idea what kind of attack it was.
"It just felt strange. We had evaded so well, yet we were still discovered, and we never found any trace of the enemy."
Jiang Hong's face filled with anger. "It must have been those despicable Immortal Cultivators from Immortal Cloud Palace! Immortal Cultivators have countless methods, so everyone should be careful in the future. Chu Fei, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It's only a fatal injury. Ah, I mean,