Chapter 3967
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Feng Wu couldn't be any more cunning.
The head of Firmament Palace hesitated. When she finally made up her mind to charge out and kill Feng Wu and Jun Linyuan with the Great Destruction —
All of a sudden, a figure landed on the ground.
The head of Firmament Palace froze on the spot when she saw who it was. She didn't dare use the Great Destruction again. She turned around and ran away in dismay.
It was none other than Patriarch Huyan who had scared the head of Firmament Palace away.
He landed on the spot, looked around, and frowned.
Everyone saw Patriarch Huyan … Those who were close to Feng Wu didn't mind, but those who didn't know about the relationship between Feng Wu and Patriarch Huyan were terrified.
Especially the group of onlookers thousands of meters away.
They dropped to their knees and kowtowed, not daring to move a muscle.
They were showing their respect for the patriarch!
In their eyes, Patriarch Huyan was the anchor of Northern Yan Kingdom. He was even more important than their emperor, and they couldn't afford to offend him.
Patriarch Huyan's gaze swept across the crowd, and they all dropped to their knees.
Even Feng Xun was no exception. He knelt before the most powerful cultivator, lowered his head, and didn't dare make a sound.
Because Patriarch Huyan didn't look friendly at all.
Even the emperor of Northern Yan was on his knees, so why shouldn't he?
Feng Xun was secretly on guard against himself. He couldn't be careless. The only reason he could live in the patriarch's pagoda was because of Xiao Wu's face. If it weren't for Xiao Wu, who did he think he was in front of Patriarch Huyan?
Feng Wu was the only one who wasn't awed.
She was so anxious that she almost called him Sixth Senior Brother.
However, she remembered what Sixth Senior Brother had told her, and she swallowed it back.
Because Sixth Senior Brother had once said that there were powerful enemies spying on them from the shadows.
At that thought, Feng Wu said to Patriarch Huyan in a hurry, "Please … help me!"
Luckily, there weren't many people around, and they were Feng Xun, the crown prince of the Northern Yan Emperor, and a few others. If anyone else had heard Feng Wu talk to Patriarch Huyan like that, their eyes would have popped out of their sockets.
Seeing the blood on Feng Wu's face, Patriarch Huyan panicked!
Feng Wu said in a hurry, "Please help me!"
Patriarch Huyan nodded, then grabbed Feng Wu and flew back into the pagoda.
With Jun Linyuan in her arms, Feng Wu ran into the room as soon as she found her footing, leaving Patriarch Huyan on the spot.
Patriarch Huyan: "......"
Watching Feng Wu run away, the old man was a little upset.
Meanwhile, Feng Xun was dragging the giant condor away. "Brother Condor? Bring me along. "
The eagle didn't want to, but Feng Xun just clung to its wing and wouldn't come down. Without the eagle, Feng Xun wouldn't be able to get in.
The eagle glared at Feng Xun in resignation. "How am I supposed to fly when you're holding my wings? Hug your feet. "
He was very powerful now, a Martial Sage!
Feng Xun said readily, "Sure!"
…
Inside the tower.
She almost burst into tears when she cut open the black robe.
The slender spirit cultivator's body, which was as fair as jade, was covered in wounds. Some were old wounds, some were new …
Some were so deep that she could see the bone.
Feng Wu felt a lump in her throat. Taking a deep breath to suppress her emotions, she then started to treat Jun Linyuan.
However, while the external wounds were easy to treat, the internal ones weren't.
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