Shen Fei waved his hand, and his tone was still the same. "Okay, get up. You have worked here for forty years, and this is nothing. Your grandson has talent and is willing to work hard. I just give him a push. Whether he can come out depends on himself."
Old Steward straightened up, the corners of his eyes were a little red, but the expression on his face was still stable. He nodded and didn't say anything more. After working in the Shen Family for forty years, he knew when to thank and when to swallow his words.
Shen Fei glanced at him and said, "Go on down. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow, so you should keep an eye on the affairs of the house. If you're unsure about anything, just ask Second Elder."
Old Steward responded with a "yes", bowed and took two steps back, turned around and walked out of the courtyard door. When he reached the door, he paused, turned sideways and bowed to Shen Fei, and then stepped out of the courtyard. The footsteps gradually became farther along the corridor.
The yard became quiet. Shen Fei sat on the stone bench for a while, watching the leaves of the old Chinese Locust Tree tree in the corner swaying gently in the wind. He had actually thought about what he just said to old Steward.
Old Steward has been working at the Shen Family for forty years. From the generation of Shen Hong to the generation of Shen Fei, everything in the house has been handled by him, and there has never been any mistake.
When Shen Hong was here, old Steward did not follow Shen Hong and get involved in the Dark Guild's affairs; when Shen Hong fell, old Steward was not in a hurry to show his loyalty and did what he should do.
There are not many people like him. Shen Fei doesn't expect old Steward to go into battle and kill the enemy for him, but leave the affairs of the house to him, don't worry.
Giving his grandson a chance is both a convenient thing and what should be done. For an old servant who has worked in the government for forty years, his grandson is talented but the family cannot afford it. It is only natural that he, the head of the family, should help him.
He stood up, patted a little dust on his clothes, opened the door and entered the house.
Early the next morning, Glory City North Gate.
The sky was just getting dark, and the torches on City Wall had not yet been completely extinguished. The morning mist came over from the wilderness outside the city, flowing slowly between the gaps between the blue-gray bricks and stones.
Inside the city gate, a team of several people has been assembled.
These people were wearing all kinds of fancy clothes, with weapons on their waists and bags on their backs. The aura around them was very restrained, but occasionally the wind blew by and when they lifted up their clothes, one could vaguely feel the heavy weight of these dozen or so people.
Shen Fei stood at the front of the team, wearing a tight dark gray outfit and Ink Cloud Sword hanging quietly around his waist.
Half a step beside him, Mingyu was hovering in mid-air one foot above the ground, its dark body standing quietly, and the luster on its edges slowly flowing in the morning light.
Nie Li stood on the other side of the team, Ye Ziyun followed him, and Yu Yan was floating near Nie Li's shoulder. The pale golden flames all over his body glowed softly in the morning mist, and his long golden hair floated slightly, bringing up fine sparks.
In the team, Duan Jian was wearing a gray cloth, and the black wings on his back were covered with a wide cloak. Lu Piao and Xiao Xue were standing together, and Du Ze was standing quietly at the back of the team.
Shen Fei raised his head and looked above the tall City Wall. Behind the battlements, Ye Zong and Ye Mo stood there.
Ye Zong was wearing a silver-white robe, Wind and Snow Spiritual Power was restrained. Next to him stood Ye Mo, wearing a gray cloth robe with white beard and hair, standing with his hands behind his back. The morning breeze blew by, gently blowing the hems of their clothes.
"Father, Yun'er and the others have entered the jungle." Ye Zong looked at the team below the city and whispered.
Ye Mo nodded slightly, looked across the battlements, and landed on the group of young people below. His tone was calm. "Yeah."
After a few breaths of silence, Ye Mo slowly spoke, "They are going to fight for a future for Glory City. After all, we are already old."
Ye Zong did not answer, but stood silently by. Ye Mo looked at the figures below the city and continued, "Nine-Layered Deathlands Although there are many crises, the young eagle will always hide under its wings, but it cannot fight against the sky."
Ye Mo withdrew his gaze and turned to Ye Zong: "Ye Zong, Glory City will leave it to you. Black Prison World, let me go."
Ye Zong looked serious and nodded solemnly. "Father, don't worry, I hope the children will be blessed with good luck and good luck."
Under the city, Shen Fei and others also looked up at City Wall. Shen Fei clasped their fists at Ye Zong and Ye Mo and bowed slightly. Nie Li nodded in greeting. Then everyone turned around and walked towards the city gate. The heavy city gate made a dull sound and slowly opened.
Everyone walked out of the city gate and stepped onto the gravel road outside the city. Mingyu floated beside Shen Fei, and Yu Yan floated beside Nie Li. The team followed the path outside the city and headed towards the wilderness and jungle in the distance.
The journey was boring and long. The group of people were all high-level monks and moved extremely fast. They rushed through the wilderness, passing through large areas of dead grass and gravel, and gradually moved away from the scope of Glory City.
As the sun rose higher and turned westward, four hours later, the surrounding vegetation began to become denser, and they had entered the undulating jungle area.
In the team, while Lu Piao was on his way, he turned his head to look at Duan Jian next to him and asked, "Duan Jian, the feathers on your wings seem to be getting fewer and fewer."
Duan Jian continued walking expressionlessly and did not answer immediately. Yu Yan floated beside him and explained softly for him, "With the improvement of cultivation, the blood of Black Dragon in the body gradually began to suppress the blood of Thunderbird."
Duan Jian still didn't speak, just walked on silently.
At this moment, Shen Fei and Nie Li, who were walking in the front, felt something almost at the same time.
Mingyu next to Shen Fei, the ink-colored body that was hovering smoothly suddenly shook, and the fog around the edge fluctuated violently for a moment.
At the same time, Yu Yan, who was floating next to Nie Li, had pale golden flames all around him, and his golden eyes suddenly became sharper.
Mingyu immediately turned to Shen Fei, and the voice rang in Shen Fei's ears, with unprecedented solemnity. "Shen Fei, there are two Legendary Peak approaching us rapidly."
Shen Fei frowned suddenly and paused in his steps. He raised his head and looked at Nie Li. Nie Li also happened to turn his head, and their eyes met in mid-air. Nie Li's eyes were heavy, and he nodded slightly.
The next second, Nie Li turned around suddenly and shouted to the team, "Alert!"
The order was given without any hesitation. Lu Piao, Xiao Xue, Du Ze, Ye Ziyun and others instantly activated Soul Force in their bodies. Various colors of aura erupted from their bodies, and the shadows of Demon Spirit flashed behind them.
Lu Piao's Demon Spirit appeared, Xiao Xue was surrounded by strong winds, Du Ze's breath was calm, and Ye Ziyun's ice attribute Spiritual Power instantly lowered the surrounding air.
Duan Jian Tore off the cloak, the black wings behind his back suddenly spread out, and the broad-backed sword was already in his hand. Everyone instantly formed a defensive formation.