Li Feng smiled, seeing the camp and the guards, then turned his head toward Fen Ziyan, who was proudly walking in front of him with her arms crossed.
The captain of the guards, who had come to check after hearing the guard's words, couldn't help but be surprised at Li Feng's rough appearance.
"Fairy Fen, is Young Master Li injured?"
"Hmph." Fen Ziyan sneered and ignored the captain's question, walking proudly straight into the tent that seemed prepared for them.
Her expression had already returned to its composed and proud state, her eyes sharp like a phoenix, but Li Feng noticed a faint tremble in her body... and if one looked closely enough at Fen Ziyan lip, they could have notice a faint translucent stain on her lips.
With a small grin, Li Feng could already imagine the scene under her robe.
If one were to lift it, they would see, beneath her shapely, plump peach, a thin trail of translucent liquid currently trailing down her thigh.
