Inside Clearheart Courtyard.
Feng Jitong paced back and forth in the courtyard, looking like an ant on a hot pan.
Before long, a door nearby opened, and the Elder Princess emerged.
"Deputy Sect Master!"
The moment Feng Jitong saw her, he hurried over. "The Sect Master and Heir Jiang have been down there for so many days now, and there was a heavy rain yesterday."
"The longer this drags on, the worse things will be for them!"
"Ah, what can we do?"
Looking at the anxious Feng Jitong, the Elder Princess sighed. "We simply can't get down that cliff!"
"Even if we found a way down, getting back up would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!"
At that point, the Elder Princess paused. "Whether in the Dragon-Tiger Sect or our Hidden Edge Sect, I'm afraid my senior fellow disciple is the only one who could move freely up and down that place!"
"But what if..."
Feng Jitong's brows knitted tightly, and he did not dare voice the rest.
"Don't worry. There's no 'what if'!"
The Elder Princess continued, "I wouldn't put much faith in anyone else, but I know my senior fellow disciple better than you do."
"A mere cliff won't take his life. Now it's just a matter of when the poison in his body can be cleared!"
"It's just..."
"Just what?"
Feng Jitong's expression tightened again.
"Oh, nothing!"
The Elder Princess shook her head again, though a hint of jealousy showed on her face.
What she wanted to say was, It's just... that damned man of his is getting quite a bargain!!
Indeed, she had clearly seen Fu Yuanzong scatter the powder.
After returning, she had even made a point of looking into it.
Barring any surprises, that poisonous powder... should have been the Meridian-Locking Powder unique