As Feng Xiaofeng reached the doorway, he suddenly felt a violent aura rising behind him. His heart jolted. He knew his Martial Uncle was furious.
Never mind his Martial Uncle-even he himself felt utterly humiliated. Before the Saber King, they had had no room to resist at all.
Although it had not been like the rumors claimed, with his Martial Uncle kneeling and begging for mercy, they had indeed crawled away from the third floor in the end. That tiny stretch alone was enough to drag the Sword Pavilion's reputation through the dust.
The only consolation was that no one else had remained in the Drunken Immortal Wine Shop at the time, and the people outside could not see them. They could only guess. If his group kept silent, who could prove they had crawled away?
"My Phoenix Blood?!" With his Martial Uncle raging, Feng Xiaofeng naturally dared not linger and wanted to leave quickly. Just then, however, he heard his Martial Uncle cry out again.
Feng Xiaofeng, who had already reached the doorway, stopped and turned to look at Yang Hengchang.
Yang Hengchang stood beside his chair, both hands constantly searching up and down his body, his face full of anxiety.
An ominous thought suddenly surfaced in Feng Xiaofeng's mind.
Yang Hengchang instantly seemed somewhat dispirited and dropped back into his chair. His violent aura had long since vanished without a trace. In his hand, he held a transparent Little Jade Vial containing a red liquid.
Feng Xiaofeng naturally recognized this Little Jade Vial. It was one of the two Little Jade Vials from when they had obtained the Phoenix Blood. But this was not the Little Jade Vial containing the Phoenix Blood; it held Red Fire Fruit Spirit Liquid. Although its color somewhat resembled Phoenix Blood, Feng Xiaofeng