"Mi, Milord?"
As the eldest of the four, Wang Wei was the most steady and mature. He was the first to react, looking at Lu Feng with eager anticipation.
Lu Feng slowly removed his mask, revealing that familiar face.
Wang Wei hurriedly bowed and cupped his fists in delighted surprise. "This subordinate greets Milord!"
Seeing this, Dan Wu and the other two also cupped their fists in greeting, unable to suppress the smiles on their faces.
Only Gongliang Yuxiao and the rest remained rooted where they stood, utterly dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, things had been life-and-death tense, swords drawn and bows bent. How had the situation changed so completely in the blink of an eye?
They truly could not understand it.
Looking at the four gathered around him, Lu Feng smiled kindly. "We are no longer in Tian Yuan City, and we have all left Spirit Prison behind. There is no need to address me as 'Milord' anymore."
Zheng Ba scratched his head awkwardly. That did seem to be the case; it was simply a habit, and he had spoken without thinking.
Wang Wei paused, then said earnestly, "Milord's kindness toward us is as heavy as mountains. Once our Milord, always our Milord."
Dan Wu nodded in agreement. "It has nothing to do with status or place."
The awkwardness vanished from Zheng Ba's face. As if he had suddenly realized something, he nodded solemnly. "Big Brother is right. Once our Milord, always our Milord."
Xing Qi said anxiously, "We should let Milord tend to his wounds first."
Seeing the savage gash across Lu Feng's chest, Wang Wei said with a pained heart, "Milord, I'll go fetch an alchemist from the alliance at once."
"It's nothing," Lu Feng called out to stop Wang Wei as he turned to leave, reassuring him,