Before Feng Jun had time to consider whether to set up a Spirit-Gathering Formation, Chen Junwei came looking for him again.
This time, Chen Junwei did not say much. Upon seeing Feng Jun, he merely clasped his hands with a grin. "I have not failed my mission!"
Feng Jun immediately understood what had happened, and his eyes lit up. "You found one?"
"A hundred li from here," Chen Junwei replied with a smile. "Does the Divine Physician have time now?"
For something like this, he had to make time even if he had none!
Feng Jun did not take a carriage and declined the suggestion of riding horses. He and Chen Junwei set off on foot, racing all the way there.
Chen Junwei truly was impressive. Worthy of being an Innate Realm prodigy, he not only kept pace with Feng Jun but, upon arriving, was merely breathing a little harder.
They arrived at a stretch of cliffs. There were two villages nearby, but both lay seven or eight li from the cliffs, and a vast forest stood before them, making the place quite secluded.
Three people stood beneath the cliffs. A fat, bloated man was tied to a wooden stake, his eyes covered. Two sturdy men stood beside him, both Mid-Rank Martial Masters.
The fat man looked to be around thirty and was an Advanced Martial Warrior, but he was truly timid. He kept pleading miserably, "My lords, please let me go. I'm willing to offer a hundred taels of gold... If you kill me, who will pay you?"
What? Feng Jun shot Chen Junwei a suspicious look. Are you sure you captured a royal descendant and not some common merchant?
Chen Junwei could not make sense of this either, but he trusted that his people would not have made