"All right, your eye for things has improved now." At the Town-Guarding Duke's Mansion, Ye Zhen, having left the training ground, gave Liu Feng a thumbs-up. He had thought Liu Feng had found an excuse to get him out of there.
Liu Feng looked ashamed. "My lord overestimates me. Even if I had that kind of insight, I wouldn't dare."
"Why not?"
"Because Madam would personally come find me to practice swordsmanship." At the mention of this, Liu Feng's face went pale.
"So the Demon Race really sent someone?"
"They really did, my lord!"
"Who?"
"I don't know him. An old man, but he has your token."
When Ye Zhen saw this so-called old man in the Flower Hall, he was immediately stunned.
Liu Feng could not recognize him, but Ye Zhen could.
Even if this fellow turned to ashes, Ye Zhen would still recognize him.
It was Tu Zheng, Clan Head of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, in disguise.
After a few casual exchanges, Ye Zhen waved his hand, isolating the space around them, before getting to the point.
"Marshal Ye, you still remember what you promised this old man and the White Tiger Demon Emperor last time, don't you? It still counts, right?" Tu Zheng asked.
Ye Zhen instantly recalled their previous agreement. The White Tiger Demon Emperor had provided ancestral blood essence to help Little Cat break through the shackles of his bloodline. At the same time, the Demon Race had used its arrangements and power in the Yizhi Sand Sea, helping the Yizhi Temple in the name of reinforcements. In exchange, Ye Zhen had made them a promise—a promise to help them rescue someone in the Yizhi Sand Sea.
"This Marshal's word carries the weight of nine tripods. Naturally, I haven't forgotten. What, have you found their