Chapter 1: The Fire Cloud Edict (3)

  Zi Feng lowered her head to look at the boy in her arms, and on that pale face, two sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, as if enduring infinite suffering, evoking sympathy! A hint of warmth flashed across Zi Feng's icy eyes, only to return to their previous coldness afterwards.

  About five minutes later, a large number of footsteps came from the city master's mansion. A team of people appeared in front of the city master's mansion gate, with the first person wearing a python robe, wearing a purple jade crown on his head, with a kind face and a slightly fat body, but his sharp eyes showed that this person was not simple. This man was Zhang Zicai, the city master of Xiangcheng.

  Zhang Zicai rushed to Zifeng's side as soon as he saw him, laughing loudly: "Little brother, it's been ten years since we last met, and I've really missed you! Come on, come on." As he spoke, he affectionately pulled Zifeng's arm and headed towards the mansion.

  As he approached the gate, Zhang Zicai saw the guard who had been scared silly sitting on one side. His kind expression immediately turned gloomy and he coldly snorted: "What's the use of a useless thing like you being alive?"

  Upon hearing this, the people around the city lord cast him pitiful glances, while the guard who already knew he was doomed was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder and bowels, his eyes dull and lifeless.

  Zi Feng slightly furrowed his brow, saying nothing. After all, this was Zhang Zicai commanding his subordinates, and this guard had indeed tarnished the reputation of the City Master's Manor. He really deserved to die!

  As I walked through the gate, I saw pavilions, towers, small bridges and streams, flowers, grass and trees, all complete, filled with the breath of nature. It was quite out of place compared to the bluestone avenue in Xiangcheng.

  Seeing Zhangzi's astonished gaze, Zhang Zicai felt even more proud and smiled: "How is it? My place here isn't bad, right?"

  Zi Feng nodded silently, expressionless. Zhang Zi had apparently gotten used to Zi Feng's taciturnity and didn't mind it, continuing to introduce various buildings to him. As they walked, he caught sight of the boy in Zi Feng's arms and sensed that the child's aura was weak and faint. His eyes changed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Is your visit this time because of this child?"

  "The son of a certain person is in critical condition. I plan to borrow the transmission array from your mansion to go to Huoyun Sect and ask for a dan to save his life." Zi Feng said with an expressionless face.

  "It's easy to use the transmission array, but the spiritual elixir of Huoyun Sect is not that easy to obtain. I observe this child's breath and it should be hanging by a thread already. Except for high-grade elixirs that can cure the disease, low-grade and medium-grade spiritual elixirs cannot save him." Zhang Zicai reminded kindly.

  "You don't have to worry about it, I'll take care of it myself." Zi Feng's gaze towards Zhang Zicai warmed for a moment before he spoke calmly.