Chapter 699: Farewell, Dragon Overlord!

Jiang Feng stood in the living room, clutching the red Invitation in his hand, his gaze fixed on the few embossed gold characters, not moving for a long while.

The Invitation had few words, and the seal of the Qingxiao Sect was stamped at the bottom.

Jiang Feng's eyes turned completely cold.

It was as if a thin layer of ice rose from deep within his pupils, covering all excess emotion, leaving only the thing pressed at the bottom, sinking heavily there, silently exuding chill.

Qingxiao Sect. Lin Qinghan.

Since the last time at the Wu Zun Ruins, when she was forcibly taken away by her master Lan Jue, Jiang Feng had not received any news of her.

But he didn't expect that the next news about her would come in the form of such an Invitation.

She is about to get married.

She is marrying the Young Family Head of the Yunding Zheng Family.

When Jiang Feng saw this Invitation, only one thought occupied his mind.

This Invitation was deliberately sent by Lan Jue.

That woman always acts without a slip; if she didn't want Jiang Feng to learn Lin Qinghan's news, he would never have caught any rumor.

Yet she purposely had the Invitation delivered to the Su Family, and handed it to him in front of Su Lao. All the details point to one thing.

Lan Jue wants Jiang Feng to know this, and wants him to go to the Yunding Secret Realm.

Regardless of Lan Jue's motives, Jiang Feng cannot treat this as if he hadn't seen it.

Moreover, he had originally intended to go to the Yunding Secret Realm.

Now the opportunity knocks at his door; although it comes in this manner, it is still an opportunity.

He folded the Invitation, clenched it in his hand, and looked up at Su Lao on the sofa.

Su Lao was holding the tea that had already gone cold, his eyes never leaving Jiang Feng's face; after watching him finish the Invitation, his expression changed several times, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Xiao Feng, whose family is getting married? Are they even sending you an Invitation?"

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment, the cold on his face eased a bit, and he adopted a calm demeanor.

"A friend, Grandfather, I may have to set out on another long journey."

Su Lao, hearing this, did not ask further.

The old man had weathered a lifetime of storms and knew that some things were better left unasked, for asking would only bring trouble.

He merely nodded, setting the teacup down.

"Travel safely, and if anything comes up, remember to call home."

Jiang Feng nodded, gave a brief hum, then hurried upstairs.

After entering his own room, he immediately took out his phone, opened the contact for Jiangnan Wang, and dialed.

The phone rang twice before being answered; on the other end came Jiangnan Wang's respectful voice, still tinged with a lingering injury, but every word was enunciated clearly.

"Mr. Jiang, at your service."

Jiang Feng offered no pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"I need to go to Nanyun City on the southwest border. Arrange a flight, as soon as possible."

Jiangnan Wang asked neither why nor where, simply replied with a crisp "Okay," and hung up.

He stood by the Window for about the time it takes to finish a cup of tea; the phone downstairs rang, answered by Su Lao, and the old man's voice rose from the stairwell.

"Xiao Feng, someone is here to pick you up."

Jiang Feng turned and went out, descending the stairs.

A black sedan was parked in the courtyard, its headlights illuminating the blue‑brick ground at the gate.

Song Dianjun stood beside the car; seeing Jiang Feng emerge, he quickened two steps forward, his back straight, hands clasped in a fist.

"Mr. Jiang, everything at the airport is ready. The Prince said you can rest assured; all arrangements are in order."

Jiang Feng nodded, said nothing more, and took the back seat.

Song Dianjun closed the door for him, then slipped into the front passenger seat; the car started and smoothly drove out of the Su Family courtyard.

The streetlights outside the car flickered one after another, evenly spaced like beads strung on an invisible line, sliding one by one toward the rear.

When they reached Jiangcheng Airport, Jiang Feng saw an unusual sight from the Window.

All the lights around the airport were on, but every entrance corridor was blocked, orange traffic cones lined up in orderly rows, keeping ordinary vehicles and passengers outside.

A wide central lane led straight to the tarmac; on both sides, every ten meters stood a person in a black uniform, backs straight, eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

The convoy did not slow, drove straight through that lane, passed the empty departure hall plaza, and stopped beside a white small passenger plane that was already powered up.

The low rumble of the engine buzzed in the night, and the wing lights flickered on and off.

Jiang Feng got out, Song Dianjun stayed at his side, escorting him all the way to the gangway.

"Mr. Jiang, there are no familiar faces on the Nanyun side, so…"

Song Dianjun stood at the foot of the steps, did not climb further, and bowed, clasping his fists.

"Safe travels."

Jiang Feng did not look back, waved his hand, and stepped onto the plane via the gangway.

The cabin door closed, the engine's roar suddenly became clear and heavy, the fuselage shivered briefly, then began to glide slowly, accelerating faster and faster; the runway lights on either side turned into two parallel bright lines, streaking rapidly backward.

The nose lifted, the ground receded, the scenery outside the Window shrank into a blur of light points, then was swallowed by a layer of gray‑white clouds.

The flight lasted nearly three hours. When the plane landed, it was deep into the night; the lights of Nanyun City, seen from the Window, were sparse and scattered, unlike Jiangcheng's brilliant bustle, more like a handful of rice grains scattered on a black table, one here, one there, scattered.

Jiang Feng stepped down from the gangway; the night wind, warm and humid, hit his face, completely different from Jiangcheng's dry autumn chill.

The tarmac was open and quiet; the surrounding lamps whitened the cement floor, and in the distance the undulating mountain silhouettes crouched in the darkness like a hibernating giant beast.

Just as he steadied himself beneath the gangway, a robust man walked straight toward him.

The man wore a sleek short combat outfit, a copper badge hung at his waist, swaying slightly as he moved, engraved with a cloud pattern.

His steps were steady and powerful, each footfall solid; after stopping in front of Jiang Feng, he gave him a quick up‑and‑down glance and spoke in a hoarse, blunt voice.

You're here to attend Young Master Zheng's wedding, right?

Jiang Feng looked at him and nodded.

The man said nothing more, shifted his stance, and gestured toward a black off‑road vehicle beside the helipad. Jiang Feng followed him over, pulled open the door and sat in the back seat.

About ten minutes later, the door on the other side of the back row was suddenly pulled open from Outside.

Jiang Feng turned his head slightly and saw a silhouette slip into the carriage; the movement was swift and practiced, as if done countless times before.

The person was dressed in a deep‑gray robe; the moment he got in the vehicle he flopped onto the seat, turned his head toward Jiang Feng, and his voice was full of the enthusiasm of a reunion.

Lao Jiang!

Haha, I knew you'd definitely come to hijack the wedding!

Jiang Feng looked at that Laughter‑filled, unrestrained face, and his gaze flickered slightly.

Long Bad Dao, how did this guy also show up?