Lu Wei's reminder startled Lu Feng. Although he didn't know what the Great Yan Dynasty Court was like, there was a real chance they might hand him over.
He had neither connections nor power. The title of Martial Scholar alone wouldn't protect him.
Just as Lu Feng was wondering what to do, Shangguan Jin suddenly spoke again.
"You don't need to worry about what the Imperial Court might do to you for now, Young Master Lu. Besides, you practically completed the mission to wipe out the Northern Wei spies by yourself, and you saved our lives. Both personally and by reason, I won't let the Imperial Court make things difficult for you. Don't worry."
Lu Feng looked at Shangguan Jin and cupped his hands. "Then I thank you, Miss Shangguan."
Shangguan Jin waved a hand. "We're the ones who should be thanking you!"
Lu Wei nodded along. "Miss Shangguan is right. If Young Master Lu hadn't stepped in at the crucial moment and turned the tide, I doubt any of us would have lived to see tomorrow's sun."
At that, several Martial Scholars whose injuries had begun to heal chimed in as well.
Seeing how everyone felt, Lu Feng smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.
Then Lu Wei brought the spy leader before him. "Young Master Lu, this scoundrel is badly wounded, but he only passed out. What do you think we should do with him?"
Lu Feng looked the spy leader up and down, then sneered. "Heh. If you're awake, why pretend to be unconscious? You want me to hit you again?"
At his words, the spy leader's eyes flew open in terror. "Spare me, hero! Spare me!"
The spy leader looked utterly wretched. Not only had both his hands been crippled, but he had also suffered severe internal injuries.