Fenfen Chengkuai's people finally arrived to help them escape, but Lu Feng knew he was not out of danger yet.
When it came to insights into cultivation, he fell short of far too many people, but when it came to scheming and intrigue between people, he understood more than most. After all, back in Xinghe City, he had stood between the upper and lower strata of society.
He had often accompanied the Second Miss in dealing with high officials and dignitaries, while also having to handle people from every walk of life himself. Getting those people to obey was not simply a matter of force.
Flattery was indispensable, and deception and treachery were hardly rare. He had a fair idea of what certain people would do under particular circumstances.
The present situation was a perfect example. For reasons both personal and external, he could be said to have "never abandoned" Fenfen Chengkuai. Fenfen Chengkuai herself might feel grateful to him, but her subordinates would not necessarily share that feeling.
Things looked grim, and he was a burden. If abandoning him would ensure their own safe retreat, these black-clad people would not even furrow their brows.
Heaven only knew how many people were still searching for him in this area. He was also badly wounded and needed time to recover. If they left him behind, he would face nine chances of death against one of survival.
His earlier rescue had involved a measure of helplessness and impulse, but now Lu Feng would not waver in the slightest. He had no other choice. He had to keep Fenfen Chengkuai in his hands, or he would be in grave danger.
The black-clad people took Lu Feng northeast. After feeding the two of them some pills, one of them tucked a jade bottle into