Deng Feng said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten? I was responsible for guarding you at the border. Isn't it reasonable for me to gather detailed information about the enemy's main general? I've said everything that needs to be said. Now, it's up to you to decide whether to keep a life for future revenge or to go to your death."
Meng Quji closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he lifted his gaze again, his expression had become resolute. "Fine, as long as you can do as you say, I am willing to risk my life for you, but there's another issue—I have offended both sides now."
"Chen Shuai..."
"Even if it were his master, he wouldn't be able to save me, right?"
"You should hide for now."
Deng Feng instructed, "A Martial Saint should be able to protect his own life, right? As for the follow-up matters, after I report to Chen Shuai, he will handle them."
During the discussion,
a figure was rapidly approaching from a distance.
Jiang Yuanbo!
