"Hey? Why are you taking him away? What if he runs off?"
Feng Xing patted Huo Jingyu on the shoulder. "Brother Huo, his Meridian is broken; he can't escape! Don't worry!"
"Let's go find Lin Qian. We'll leave this to Xiao General and the others!"
"Uh-huh, I hope my Brother Qian isn't being tortured!"
"If he dares to lay a hand on my Brother Qian, I'll throw him into the city guard as a military prostitute!" Feng Xing glared at Jiuyin City with resentment.
Smack! Yan Kongyue slapped Feng Xing on the head. "Learn something good instead! A child shouldn't say everything! With his looks, sending him to the military camp would just be disgusting!" At first, everyone thought she was scolding her nephew, but when they heard the latter half of her sentence, Jiuyin City nearly cried.
"Let's go!" Yan Kongyue didn't even glance at Jiuyin City and stepped over him.
"Song General, we'll leave this to you. Kill those who need to be killed and burn what needs to be burned!"
"Yes!"
Lin Qian was eavesdropping at the door of the secret chamber when it suddenly swung open.
"Brother Lin!"
"Yan Kongyue!"
"Lin Qian!"
"How are you? Are you hurt?"
"No, I accidentally got drugged by that Yao Nu. When I woke up, it was already like this!"
"Yao Nu?" Huo Jingyu exclaimed.
Then all four of them turned their gazes toward his belt.
Lin Qian followed their line of sight and quickly covered his belt buckle. "What are you looking at? I'm innocent!"
"Alright, alright, as long as you're innocent!" Lin Lang patted his chest.
"Then I'm relieved!" Huo Jingyu sighed in relief.
"Feng Xing! What does that regretful look in your eyes mean?"
"It's nothing! I just wanted to—"
Smack! Another slap landed on his head. "What do you want?!"
"I won't go home if you hit me; I'll just stick around you every day!" Feng Xing complained, rubbing the spot where he had been struck, looking utterly aggrieved.
Yan Kongyue shot him a glare. "Let's go; you smell terrible!"
By the time they returned to the ground, Song Chenghu and the others had already captured all the city guards.
"General, they're all here!"
"Woohoo!"
"Mm!" Yan Kongyue turned to look at Jiuyin City, which had collapsed into a puddle of mud.
He was making too much noise! Yan Kongyue walked over, squatted down, and disdainfully pinched the rag from the ground, pulling it out before wiping his hands on Feng Xing's pants.
"Is this too much? Just because you find me disgusting doesn't mean I have to feel the same!" Feng Xing shuffled a few steps away.
Jiu Ming had his rag pulled from his mouth, but he found himself at a loss for words. Here he was, a respected lord of a city, overseeing its rise and fall, having lived for nearly three thousand years in glory. Yet, before these few people, he found himself in such a humiliating position.
Yan Kongyue glared at Feng Xing and muttered, "You're getting more annoying by the minute!"
Turning back to Jiuyin City, he raised an eyebrow as if to say, "What were you whining about earlier?"
"You... who are you people?"
"We are the ones who can make you vanish without a trace!"
Jiuyin City recalled the souls of her subordinates that had turned to ashes and closed her eyes. It was all because I captured one of your people.
"However," she continued, "that's just one reason. Your existence is a mistake; had I met you earlier, you might have already disappeared."
Yan Kongyue brushed off the nonexistent dust from his hands and stood up.
"What should we do with this place?" Lin Lang asked as he pushed aside Lin Qian, who had been pestering him to see his sword.
"It's simple; this is his creation. If we kill him, Jiuyin City will cease to exist."
"What about now?"
"Take him with us!" Yan Kongyue said decisively as he strode forward.
"Wait!" Feng Xing immediately stopped.
"What is it?"
"Wait for me; I'll do a quick sweep. He must have collected a lot of good stuff!"
"I, Brother Lin, am here to help. Do you need assistance?" After Huo Jingyu asked, he realized that the person had already disappeared.
Five minutes later, Feng Xing returned, looking refreshed and invigorated.
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