"So you still remembered that guy. Well, his last known whereabouts were in Fusang," Lin Feng said. He had initially planned to get rid of Cheng Ming, but Yu Wa had stopped him. These supreme experts' pride mattered more than the safety of all humanity.
"If it's Fusang, I'll have to trouble you to arrange a flight for me. In my current condition, I shouldn't travel there under my own power," Zheng Fan said.
"Is that so?" Lin Feng took one of Zheng Fan's hands and began examining his condition. In terms of cultivation, Zheng Fan, with one foot in the Spirit Realm, stood on the threshold of the fourth gate, while Lin Feng, who was hailed as a god, had already passed through the third gate. Yet there was little difference in their strength. "You have to be careful even when flying on your own. Is it really wise to go straight into battle?"
"Don't worry. I know my own condition." Zheng Fan had never expected Lin Feng's strength to advance so quickly. Lin Feng had discovered his condition in an instant.
"I can't just stop worrying about that." Lin Feng spread his hands. "Unless you do something for me."
"All right, provided it doesn't violate my principles." Buzhou's precepts were usually quite lenient, but in certain matters, they were harsh to the point of being inhumane. When abandoning a combat base, for instance, the strongest person and the highest-ranking person had to fight until the end.
"It shouldn't cross any of your lines," Lin Feng replied casually.
One day later, at the Second World building.
"Zheng Fan, this is Jin Nanjiang, a graduate of Phoenix Police Academy. She'll be going to Fusang for a year-long exchange program. I'm entrusting her safety to you," Lin Feng said.
Jin Nanjiang