Chapter 1297: Sorry About That
Chaoge had always trusted Feng Wu unconditionally. She would jump off a cliff if Feng Wu told her to, let alone run through some obstacles.
However, it was only after Chaoge had jumped off the “cliff” that she realized that it wasn’t a cliff at all, but a one-meter high wall.
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With Feng Wu’s guidance, the two of them ran out of the woods in less than 15 minutes.
Chaoge looked over her shoulder again and saw that the miasma had vanished.
“Phew, that was close.” Chaoge let out a breath of relief. “I would have been dead by now if I were on my own.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” Feng Wu smiled. “The miasma isn’t lethal. It’s more like a threat than a killing weapon. Let’s go.”
Once they were out of the woods, the journey afterward was much easier.
After following a wooden plank path that was several kilometers long, Feng Wu and Chaoge stopped outside a courtyard.
It was a quiet and simple courtyard with a broken plaque above the front gate. They could faintly make out one of the characters on it, which said “Rong.”
It was a three-tiered courtyard, but they didn’t know what it was like inside, because they were stopped at the front gate.
“Stop!”
A stalwart man resembling a big tower bellowed at them.
With that word, he struck at Feng Wu.
The power was almost savage enough to split the sky open.
Feng Wu stumbled back with Chaoge, and only stopped after backing away seven steps.
How savage!
With one look, Feng Wu saw that the giant was too strong for her to confront head on.
After some calculations, Feng Wu realized that she wouldn’t be able to withstand three strikes from this man.
Just then, there were quick footsteps from inside, and someone soon walked up to Feng Wu.
“Hey, Feng Wu, what are you doing here?” It was Zuo Qingyu.
The Zuo family?
Feng Wu looked from the dilapidated courtyard to Zuo Qingyu, and her face turned grim.
“What are you doing here, then?” Feng Wu retorted.
This couldn’t be a coincidence. Zuo Qingyu couldn’t just happen to be here on the same day as them.
Zuo Qingyu smiled. “My family needs a favor from Master Rong Yang, and I thought I could just tag along.”
Feng Wu nodded.
Zuo Qingyu added, “Xiao Wu, since we’re so familiar with each other, I guess I can let you in on a secret. My family is here to ask Master Rong Yang to forge a weapon for us.”
Feng Wu frowned.
To forge a weapon?
Even a master like Rong Yang couldn’t make two formidable weapons at once.
Feng Wu only had as little as six days left.
Was the Zuo family doing this on purpose? Feng Wu bit her lip so hard that it almost bled.
Feng Wu could control her temper, but not Chaoge. She shoved Zuo Qingyu.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?! You knew that we were coming to see Master Rong Yang, so you came here first! You sleazy b*tch!”
Chaoge was so angry that she wanted to hit Zuo Qingyu.
However, Zuo Qingyu was a more capable cultivator than Chaoge was, and she easily pushed Chaoge away.
Slowly smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in her clothes, Zuo Qingyu darted a contemptuous glance at Feng Wu, and her tone was full of ridicule.
“I see. You’re here to ask Master Rong Yang to forge a weapon for you, too, right? Sorry about that, but my family got here first.”