Pausing for a moment, Wang Anfeng thought of Tie Lin's icy face after checking Xu Sixing's injuries, and guiltily added:
"Under the Medicine King Valley's medical skills."
Then he strolled to the window, pushing it open to gaze at the vast State City, where the district market stretched like fish scales to a great distance, teeming with bustling crowds.
This is a very large city.
Getting back from the North City Gate without alerting everyone was really challenging, even for him, as sweat beaded on his forehead. Tie Lin had suggested bringing over a cart, but Wang Anfeng said it was almost dawn and worried that commoners might see, so he decided to act on his own.
Because, at that moment, a deliberately lowered voice with a sinister tone made him change his original plan.
Wang Anfeng tapped his forehead, repeating with a helpless smile:
"The mighty Mansion Master of Divine Martial Mansion reduced to charcoal by a lightning strike, and then hires a cart to transport the wood."
