Creak—
Pushed open the door.
With a face that looked half-dead, he supported his old waist, feeling like his body had been drained.
His clothes were in tatters, with much of the originally tightly-bound sleeve and the fabric on his entire left arm missing, looking as if it had been burned by flames.
"Hoo~"
After returning to his residence, Jiang Feng finally let out a small sigh of relief.
He didn't linger in the wild for a second longer than necessary; after seeing off the three members of the Cen family, he rushed nonstop to Dongliang City. After all, this was the main city—though not many experts were stationed here, it was still a city.
Grimacing in pain, his physical condition was far from optimal. From the moment he stepped into the vicinity of Dongliang City, he barely had a chance to rest, except for a few hours spent chatting heart-to-heart with Cen Yueyue last night. The rest of the time was basically spent fighting.
