Chapter 669

Saying this, he gave no further explanation and immediately led the two out of the room, flying toward Mount Cangwu!

With the three leaving the National Master's residence together.

The news that National Master Yuwen Feng had ended his seclusion and departed with the Cangwu Merchants' Guild spread rapidly through the capital!

Many factions began speculating on the deeper meaning behind the National Master's actions.

Was he planning to forge a deeper alliance with the Cangwu Jiang family behind the Cangwu Merchants' Guild, further expanding his influence?

They were all deeply worried about this.

After all, just the National Master alone was enough to tower over all factions and stabilize the Great Qin's situation.

What if a rising force like the Cangwu Jiang family joined him? What then?

At that point, even if all factions united, could they possibly stand against both of them?!

Realizing this, many factions began silently praying that this meeting between the two powers would end in a bitter falling-out.

Only if the two opposed and checked each other could there be any chance for them!

Not long after.

Under Mo Han's guidance, Yuwen Cheng and Zhang Long arrived safely at the entrance of Mount Cangwu's Shanmen.

After Mo Han completed the handover with Zhao Hu, the mountain gate guard.

Zhao Hu then led the two inside the mountain.

Along the way, both were preoccupied with thoughts of National Master Yuwen Feng and paid little attention to any oddities in the people around them.

Soon, Zhao Hu brought them to the entrance of the Spirit Beast Hall.

"Here we are. Go in first—I have duties to attend to and can't escort you further..."

Saying this, he showed no hesitation, turned on his heel, and walked toward the Shanmen.

Yuwen Cheng and Zhang Long exchanged a glance.

They took a deep breath.

With hearts full of unease, they extended their hands and pushed open the hall doors.

The next moment.

The scene inside the hall stunned them.

Seeing the spirit beasts clustered together, scurrying everywhere.

They were utterly bewildered, wondering if they had come to the wrong place.

Their eyes darted around.

Soon, they spotted a familiar figure in the corner.

It was a middle-aged man seated on the ground, eyes tightly closed.

It was Yuwen Feng, whom they hadn't seen in months!

Before Yuwen Cheng could speak, Zhang Long couldn't help but ask: "Master, how did you end up here on Mount Cangwu?"

No sooner had he spoken than he furrowed his brow—through his spiritual sense, he sensed something was terribly wrong with his master!

His aura was far too weak, a stark contrast to his former might, like clouds versus mud!

This condition clearly meant he was severely wounded.

Realizing this, his heart erupted in fury, and he blurted out:

"Master, did the Cangwu Jiang family do this to you? And have they even assigned these spirit beasts to guard you?!"

At those words, Hu Li and Yang Li suddenly awoke from their doze, snapping open their eyes!

Hu Li turned toward the source of the voice.

He looked at Zhang Long, yawned, and said lazily: "Young man, let me tell you—food can be eaten carelessly, but words cannot be spoken recklessly."

"They say talk is cheap—you're just making baseless accusations against the Cangwu Jiang family. Watch your tongue, or you'll bring trouble upon yourself..."

For several days earlier, when Yuwen Feng wrote his letter.

He had learned that the two summoned here were the man's son and disciple.

Thus, though he possessed only a Sun Wheel cultivation base, he felt no fear toward these two Vientiane-level experts.

After all, your fathers are brothers-in-arms with us.

How could we possibly fear you brats?

At that moment, as Hu Li's voice faded.

Zhang Long frowned.

He had already probed Hu Li's cultivation realm through his spiritual sense—merely Sun Wheel.

Against an opponent of this level, he could crush him effortlessly—even with one hand tied behind his back!

So for this fellow to chatter in his presence was outright suicide.

Thinking this, Zhang Long's face darkened, and he immediately unleashed a sliver of his Vientiane aura, engulfing Hu Li!

How could Hu Li, a Sun Wheel cultivator, withstand such pressure?

He rolled onto his back, limbs flailing, exposing his fluffy white belly.

His expression filled with indignation, he bared his little tiger fangs:

"What? You've got a Vientiane cultivation base and think you're above everyone? You think you can bully me? I won't accept it! When White Lord arrives, I'll make you pay!"

Seeing this Sun Wheel spirit tiger not only refuse to submit but start shouting back.

Zhang Long felt a flicker of confusion.

White Lord? Who was that?

Was it the Vientiane powerhouse Jiang Xiaobai, who once crippled Governor Gu Zheng of Yanling Prefecture with a single strike?

Meanwhile.

Startled by the aura of the Myriad Manifestations realm.

Yuwen Feng jolted awake from his slumber, ending this session of recovery.

He glanced at Hu Li, then at Zhang Long.

Thinking of his own disciple's rash temperament, he instantly understood what had happened.

So he shook his head: "Disciple, retract your aura. We are all family here; what you've done is most improper."

Hearing this, Yuwen Cheng and Zhang Long were both greatly astonished.

Zhang Long in particular stared at the white spirit tiger before him, which was fixing its gaze on him, and found himself at a loss for words.

Is there some mistake?

This guy is actually one of my own people?!

Just as Zhang Long was sinking into disbelief—

Yuwen Feng's voice rang out again: "Now, I have already befriended Brother Hu, becoming close friends. By that reckoning, he counts as your elder."

"Although I have now achieved the Myriad Manifestations realm, all those manners I once taught you—have you forgotten them completely?"

"If you still remember, then don't be rude. You ought to apologize to Brother Hu. Brother Hu is broad-minded and naturally won't make things difficult for a junior like you…"