"Ye Feng, why did you come down... Cough, cough. How are things up there... Cough, cough?"
His stamina had been completely drained. On top of that, he had forced himself to enter Shen Yixuan's black-haired consciousness space with his mind, leaving Yu Jing pale-faced and his bodily functions in disarray.
"Thankfully, someone helped me," Ye Feng replied softly.
"That's good... I may need to rest for a while. Tell the girl in the Purple Mansion where I am, and have her come wake me an hour before the auction."
"There weren't any major problems during the advancement of the ghost within your body, were there?" Ye Feng knew the truth about certain matters, but he had simply never asked directly.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
Ye Feng realized that Yu Jing no longer had even the slightest bit of strength left. Even the color in his eyes was beginning to fade, and his voice was weak.
There was no time to lose. Ye Feng quickly carried Yu Jing back to the eastern side room to recuperate in peace.
Jiang Zhuo, who had been standing atop the main building in the Purple Mansion, saw this and turned to leave. The barrier jointly erected by more than twenty ordinary members of the Formless Pavilion slowly faded away.
No one outside knew anything about what had happened in the Purple Mansion that night.
"Consider this repayment for your kindness."
During their earlier one-on-one secret match, Jiang Zhuo had chosen to trust what Yu Jing had told him.
Furthermore, Yu Jing had not publicized anything about the result, giving Jiang Zhuo plenty of face.
Afterward, Jiang Zhuo sent a large number of people to investigate the nearby coastline and search for the mysterious people who had pursued Yu Jing.
Sure enough, they discovered faint anomalies