Although Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao were far apart, they were in a favorable position.
The two had been cultivating diligently in the underground river for more than two months and had reached the sixth level of the Spirit Gathering stage. Their five senses and six perceptions were far beyond those of ordinary people, yet they still managed to hear the gist of Chen Shiyu's words.
"The Chen family is always so shameless. They can even come up with such tricks. They actually colluded with the enemy and deliberately fled back to the capital," Ji Fengming muttered with disgust.
“The Chen family never wanted to come to the Northwest, so it’s no surprise they resorted to this desperate measure,” Black Owl said, his gaze fixed on the masked men in black.
Ji Fengming understood his thoughts, reached out and hooked his arm around his shoulder, and said with a grin, "Let's leave that bastard Chen Shiyu for now, and have some fun with him when we get back to the capital; in a little while, let's go with those men in black to check out their lair."
Black Owl clenched his fists slightly at his sides and nodded.
The man in black and Chen Shiyu quickly reached an agreement, agreed on a time and place, and then both turned around and went their separate ways.
Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao trailed far behind the men in black, following them all the way to the depths of the mountains.
Several men in black entered a temple that looked very ordinary and old.
Ji Fengming wanted to follow them inside.
Black Owl stopped him in time: "Don't go, there are many people inside, at least a hundred."
"So many!" Ji Fengming raised an eyebrow. "What are so many people doing huddled in this dilapidated temple? Couldn't find wives and got so depressed that they all became monks?"
Upon hearing this, Black Owl's narrow, almond-shaped eyes crinkled with amusement as he teased, "So you'll become a monk because you can't find a wife?"
"How could someone as handsome as me not be able to find a wife? If I wanted to, I could just snap my fingers and there would be a line of beautiful young women, from the border town to the capital!" Ji Fengming boasted shamelessly.
After saying that, he dragged Black Owl along: "However, if we're going to get married, Brother Xiao, you should get married first. I'll drink your wedding wine first and see if everyone who steps into the grave of marriage ends up like Yao'er and my brother-in-law before I consider whether I should find a wife."
"What if I never get married in my entire life?" Black Owl joked with Ji Fengming as he pondered how to get closer to the dilapidated temple.
“Then I will never get married and will remain single with you. That way we'll have each other’s company,” Ji Fengming said, squatting down next to Hei Xiao.
Upon hearing this, Black Owl glanced back at him unintentionally.
The young man, dressed in a green robe, stood out against the dazzling white snow like the first hint of green in early spring—fresh, clean, beautiful, and radiant, making him all the more precious.
At that moment, several people came out of the dilapidated temple.
Each person was carrying a child who was covered in wounds and had no clothes to cover him.
The children were all grayish-blue in color and had already fallen silent.
The two men in black standing guard at the entrance were used to this and casually remarked, "Another one dead?"
"Yeah, the kids here aren't as good as those in the city. They're too weak and can't withstand a few rounds of rough treatment from adults," the leader said with obvious disdain. His cruel words were devoid of any emotion, as if the life he was taking wasn't a living human being, but just some random cat or dog.
"Black! Purgatory!" Seeing this scene, Black Owl was finally 100% certain of these people's identities. He was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder, and instantly tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth: "Twenty years! I have finally found your trail!"
Ji Fengming grabbed his hand worriedly: "Xiao Chen, you need to calm down!"
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