Feng Wu's eyes lit up when she took in the surroundings.
Birds flew across the bright blue sky in flocks.
The terrain was flatter here and the ground was carpeted by a vast tract of grass that was soft as a cushion. A thin creek flowed slowly through it.
On the light green grass, an exquisite, soft woolen carpet had been laid out, which looked luxurious and elegant, and had a nomadic feel to it.
A quaint wooden dining table had been set up on the carpet. Despite its simple and unsophisticated style, one could tell at first glance that it was made from very expensive material.
Fine table mats and tableware had been set out at every seat.
Porcelain plates as smooth as white jade, amber-colored tall glasses, and shiny, well-polished silverware were laid out. It wasn't difficult to tell that they were taken great care of on a daily basis.
In the center of the meadow was an old tree with a trunk wide enough for three adults to join hands around. It grew straight up, and a thick branch reached out over the edge of the cliff.
However, right on that branch was a small tree house. From a distance, amidst the mist and fog, the tree house looked like it was suspended in mid-air, which gave it a quaint yet mysterious look.
Feng Wu was immediately taken!
This wasn't camping! This was a resort in a remote forest on a mountain.
Looking back at her experiences coming in and out of Frozen Forest, she had never once not scrambled around in the most sorry state. These guys, on the other hand, had turned it into the most enjoyable trip!
Just then, a figure in a plain robe appeared from behind the old tree.
Feng Wu shifted her gaze to the person. Wasn't that
Feng Xun was as cheerful and enthusiastic as ever, and raised a hand to greet the man. "Feng, we're exhausted. Luckily you got here first to get everything ready, or we'd be all cold, wet, and hungry."
Feng nodded at Feng Xun in a reserved and graceful manner. He then provided Jun Linyuan with a steaming hot white hand towel.
Just then, Feng Xun noticed that Feng Wu was limping. He frowned and patted a chair next to him. "Get over here."
Feng Wu shook her head.
The next second, Feng Xun had sat her down in the chair.
Crouching down next to Feng Wu, Feng Xun prepared to take off her black calfskin boots. "You're limping, you must be hurt. Take these off. Let me check your wounds."
Feng Wu cried out as soon as he tried to pull off her boot. She was almost in tears. That hurt a lot!
That looked very serious! Feng Xun stopped immediately and frowned. He then glared at Feng Wu and scolded her. "Why didn't you say anything when you got hurt? You don't have to keep it to yourself! That looks so painful!"
Apparently, the soles of her feet were stuck to her boots with blood, and she couldn't take her boots off now that the blood had dried.
Feng Wu darted a look at Jun Linyuan. She had used everything she had to join this team for that Immortal Spiritual Fruit, and she wasn't going to be eliminated because she wasn't physically strong enough.
Jun Linyuan turned his gaze on Feng Wu at the same moment and their eyes met.
Feng Wu was anxious, but Jun Linyuan didn't even seem to see her. His gaze brushed past her like wind over water.
Feng Wu's stomach lurched. He wouldn't kick her out now, would he?
Hence, she stopped Feng Xun from attempting to remove her boot. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me."
But how could Feng Xun turn a blind eye to Feng Wu? The girl had such bad luck, which had only gone from bad to worse since they met. How tough did she have to be, to endure a wound like that?
Hence, Feng Xun looked over his shoulder and called out, "Feng, I need you here!"
Feng was the former general director in charge of palace affairs, who had been taking care of Jun Linyuan since the crown prince was little. He retired from his post after Jun Linyuan was born and had stayed by his side ever since. Therefore, Feng Xun and Jun Linyuan's other friends were also quite familiar with the steward.
No one knew what Feng's cultivation level was, for no one had seen him in action.
No one dared to mess with Feng, for those that tried were all dead.
Feng arrived at an unhurried pace, bringing with him some hot water and ointment.
Once the blood on the soles of her feet was dried off, her skin was stuck to the boots. Pulling her feet out by force would only tear her skin off.
Feng Xun was going to cut the boots apart, but Feng Wu rejected that plan affirmatively.
As a result, Feng Xun could only pour warm water into her boots first. He saw Feng Wu frown when the water went in.
"There, there. It'll be alright in a minute. If we leave the wounds untreated, you won't be able to walk at all tomorrow." Feng Xun comforted Feng Wu like a big brother.
Once the boots were soaked, Feng Xun carefully, and with much difficulty, removed Feng Wu's feet, which were wrapped in strips of cloth, from the boots.
It was so difficult because her feet were so swollen.
Everyone blanched a little when they saw Feng Wu's feet.
They were raw, bloody, and swollen. It was a ghastly sight.
Feng Xun pitied her greatly.
Xuan Yi, on the other hand, frowned. "She's never going to walk tomorrow. We should ditch her."
How could the guy say such things? Feng Xun turned around and glared at Xuan Yi. "Xuan the Second!"
"Yes?"
"Put your right hand over your heart and tell me if you can find any conscience there!"
Xuan Yi replied, "I won't dignify that question with an answer. I'm going hunting!"
All this time, apart from that look he gave Feng Wu and a frown, Jun Linyuan showed no extra emotion.
Feng Xun attentively put on the ointment for Feng Wu, then ordered her to stay in the chair and go nowhere.
Just then, Xuan Yi came back with a Crying Elk, followed by a girl with a face as lovely as a deer.
"Fairy Muyao?" Feng Xun cried out when he spotted the girl and glared at Xuan Yi. "Why did you bring her back?!"
How could Feng Xun not recognize Fairy Muyao? Back in Yunlai Tower, Feng Xun had spotted her right away with his sharp eyes, despite the curtained hat she wore, which covered most of her face.
Xuan Yi took the elk to Feng, then darted Feng Xun a look. "So, you're the only one here that can bring a girl back?"
Feng Xun almost choked at that. Gesturing at Xuan Yi with a finger, he said, "You! Get your ass here!"
Pulling Xuan Yi off to somewhere quiet, Feng Xun whispered through his gritted teeth, "Xuan Yi, are you out of your mind? You do know what Fairy Muyao is like, don't you? She's in love with Boss Jun! Don't you know Boss Jun hates having a woman like that around?! How can you do this?!"
Xuan Yi said in resignation, "I nicked her hand accidentally when I was hunting that elk. Plus, she's my cousin from my mother's side."
Feng Xun took a deep breath. "… You brought her in, she's your responsibility now!"
While Xuan Yi and Feng Xun were absorbed in their secret conversation, Fairy Muyao had shifted her gaze to Feng Wu.
Because of their previous encounter in Yunlai Tower, Fairy Muyao remembered Feng Wu clearly. She believed this ordinary-looking girl to be exceptionally scheming — she had pretended to be taken by Giant Flaming Cloud Eagle first so as to lure Jun Linyuan away to save her; that way, she would have a perfect excuse to stick with him!
Did she think Jun Linyuan would treat her differently because of that? She! Wished!
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