"After we leave the Cyan Cloud Sect's territory, bring the Talisman Masters from the nearby sects over here and tell them that I, Fa Zheng, am willing to give them some pointers."
Fa Zheng hid inside the flying ship's cabin, refusing to see anyone.
"Yes, sir!"
Wu Qiyang looked frustrated, but could only obey.
"You weren't hurt, right?"
After Fa Zheng and his people fled in haste, Changyun curiously studied Jiang Feng.
"What happened just now?"
Qiu Shan asked in confusion.
"I'm fine. After I slipped away earlier and was heading back, I ran into an old senior. He said that the Cyan Cloud Sect's Talisman Masters shouldn't lose face in their own sect, so he injected a water bubble into my hand, telling me to go find Fa Zheng and lend a hand. I didn't expect that, when I shook hands with Fa Zheng just now, before I even had a chance to clash soul power with him, he let go in a hurry as if he'd seen a ghost, fleeing in panic."
Jiang Feng explained.
