For an Innate Martial Artist of Feng Dabao's seventh rank, a journey of thirty li took no more than a quarter of an hour.
When he reached the Li Mountain official road by East Lake, the sight before him stunned him.
As far as the eye could see, the land was scarred and devastated, with scarcely a single patch of intact ground to be found.
The entire forest looked as though it had been plowed over.
Not even a trace remained of the official road that had once been built there.
The savagery of the battle here had exceeded his expectations.
He asked himself honestly: if he had fought to such an extent, he would not have come through it unscathed either.
"Eunuch Feng?!"
Someone called out from the woods.
Following the voice, Feng Dabao discovered seven or eight badly injured Imperial Guards sheltering from the rain beneath the trees.
He walked over and asked, "Where is the Fifth Prince?"
"The Fifth Prince followed the original plan and headed to the Zhengyi Sect to take refuge."
Judging by their tone, Fifth Prince Zhao Hongming seemed not to have been injured. Feng Dabao found it increasingly inconceivable.
Suppressing his thoughts, Feng Dabao asked evenly, "Who is your battalion commander?"
"In reply to Eunuch, our battalion commander is named Wu Qi."
That was right.
They were the Imperial Guards assigned to protect Fifth Prince Zhao Hongming.
The plan arranged beforehand had not changed.
Feng Dabao asked sternly, "What exactly happened here? Tell me the whole course of events truthfully."
The injured Imperial Guard did not dare disobey and answered honestly, "This is what happened. After we passed East Lake..."
Feng Dabao stood where he was, focusing intently as he listened.
The falling rain was shattered by the True Qi around his body