Feng Feiyun wanted to eliminate the problems by the roots - killing the consort while she wounded.
However, he didn’t make a reckless move since there were two more people in the pavilion. An old man in gray and a man in thick armor with a sword.
This wooden pavilion was erected by the hunters of Ancient Jiang, so it looked quite crude.
This was the territory of Ancient Jiang. The mountains and forests here were ladened with fierce beasts and human tribes. These tribes survived by being hunters, so they would travel far into these regions. They also built these pavilions in order to have rest stops along the way.
The two men didn’t look like Jiang members at all, so why were they here? Plus, they were with the consort as well.
He could tell that the consort seemed to be afraid of them so he became even more curious.
“Consort Beiming, you are quite good at running.” Feiyun put away the floating bead of blood and carefully walked towards the pavilion.
The old man in gray looked up; the wrinkles by his eyes and forehead became more apparent as he smiled in a friendly manner, just like a regular grandpa in the village.
Instinct told Feiyun he was anything but.
Despite being injured, the consort’s hatred of Feiyun didn’t lessen at all. She gathered her energy in her palm but before she could fully stretch her arm forward, cracking noises came all over like broken bones rubbing together.
Her injuries were more serious than their appearance with numerous broken bones. Her cultivation alone couldn’t connect them without the aid of recovery pills.
This palm strike barely got out. The image was only three meters long and Feiyun easily took care of it with one cla.s.s.
“Feng Feiyun, I will flay you when I’m healed.” A strand of blood dripped out the corner of her mouth. She gritted her teeth and glared at him.
“You think you will have the chance?” Feiyun walked inside with the weapon essence readied.
The old man was initially sitting on a stack of hay. He stood up and fixed his robe: “Looks like a crime is about to happen here. Black Guard, it’s better if we leave.” [1]
He simply wanted to take a look at Feiyun, the current number one genius of Jin. Now that he got a look, it was time to leave. The consort had nothing to do with him.
He was an easy-going person and wouldn’t ask the consort again since she had no intention of telling him. In his opinion, information from a woman might not be the truth anyway.
Feiyun wasn’t the same way. If he wanted to know something, he demanded an answer.
After the two left, Feiyun moved his blade next to her neck and coldly said: “Who are those two?”
“Why should I tell you?” She could feel the coldness by her neck.
She was a proud person and thought that Feiyun was only an uncouth youth who got lucky enough to be the Divine King. If it wasn’t for her hatred, she wouldn’t look twice at him.
“Why? Because you are my prisoner.” Feiyun sealed her dantian with lightning speed then put away his weapon essence.
He then grabbed her chin and forcefully tilt her face so they would look eye to eye.
He was no gentleman. He used to be a young master, a scoundrel, and a bandit. There was no reason to play nicely against the enemy.
She became alarmed after seeing the devilish glint in his eyes. She channeled her energy but her dantian has been sealed by a forbidden technique of his. There was no chance to fight back.
“Feng Feiyun, what, what are you trying to do?” She heaved loudly; her towering b.r.e.a.s.t.s moved up and down.
Because her robe has been stained with blood, they stuck tightly to her chest and clearly outlined them. Everything was in plain sight for him.
“You tell me.” Feiyun smirked and touch her delicate cheek: “You really know how to stay young, your skin is still so soft and nice. Is the rest of your body just as good? Keke…”
She knew what kind of person he was. In fact, the entire dynasty knew about his “romances”. The women who wanted to kill him were afraid of being captured by him the most.
And she was captured right now, so she was clearly not in the best of mood.
