"Wait, wait a moment. Can I visit the Saint once more?" Xing Hu asked urgently.
"Take care of your injuries first," Feng said, looking back.
"My injuries are no big deal. Rest for a night, and I'll be fine. That guy only injured my Huihai," Xing Hu motioned with his hand.
"I already told you, that was your own doing. If you don't even understand that, then clearly you haven't learned your lesson," Feng said helplessly.
"I know I was wrong. Next time, I'll avoid close combat," Xing Hu scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Hey, Little Fengye." Just as Feng was about to turn away and leave, a voice called out—it was Fulajie'er.
"What is it?" Feng asked, lowering her voice.
"Hmm, if all goes well, Anxiang Zheng should release the prisoner tomorrow. Of course, he won't let us go openly. This kid has decent skills; why not have him wait outside the city to assist us?" Fulajie'er suggested after some thought.
"He's not one of us," Feng said, puzzled.
