"Thank you."
A weak but steady voice sounded, as Chen Feng turned to look at Liu Duanyun in front of him.
His white robe was covered in blood, and the sunken punch mark on his chest was shockingly conspicuous.
Because he had taken some kind of advanced potion, he had stopped his rapidly declining, near-critical injuries.
The broad-faced middle-aged man looked a bit pale as he declined the help of Zhou Wuren and others, and clasped his hands in salute, expressing gratitude.
The atmosphere quieted, with a slight breeze blowing, causing their robes to flutter.
Their eyes met, and seeing the deep and calm relief in his gaze, Chen Feng was silent for a moment before nodding and speaking.
"You're welcome."
He already understood Xia Mingyuan's intention.
He specifically involved him in this matter to dissolve the duel agreement between him and Liu Duanyun, preventing him from being merciless, making it difficult for the Red Capital to mediate.
