"I slept for a day and a night?" Feng Ling asked.
Wen Yuxi nodded, "Yes."
"No, we must hurry. Otherwise, we won't catch up with Feng Xian and the others." As she spoke, Feng Ling tried to get out of bed, but someone pressed her back down.
She looked up at the person stopping her, her eyes widening slightly, "You..."
"You are still not well," Wen Yuxi said slowly.
Hearing this, Feng Ling said anxiously, "There's no time to worry about this now. We must set off immediately..."
"Miss Feng, it's better to recover from your illness before rushing," Wen Yuxi said.
Feng Ling was taken aback. She looked up at him, blinking, "I didn't expect to hear these words from you. I thought you would be more anxious than I am."
Wen Yuxi's gaze faltered. After a long moment, he seemed to realize what he had just done and said.
His mood was indescribably complex. He turned and said in a deep voice, "I just hope that when we reach the Feng Yin clan, you won't become a burden to me. If you want to leave, then leave."
With that, he left.
Feng Ling was stunned. After thinking for a while, she realized, was he angry?
She struggled to get up, only to find that it wasn't that she didn't want to get up, but that she had no strength at all. So it wasn't that she refused to leave, but that she couldn't.
She rested for another day before she could get out of bed, but during this period, he only visited once.
Feng Ling knew this was normal. After all, she and he were just ordinary strangers. What could she expect from a stranger like she would from a family member?
Another day passed, and she could finally walk. Only then did she leave the inn. The two of them remained silent all the way.
Finally, they arrived outside the desert.
"Let's leave the carriage here!" Feng Ling suggested.
Wen Yuxi abandoned the carriage and walked towards the desert.
Suddenly, he stopped. Feng Ling quickly stepped forward, about to ask him why he had stopped so abruptly, when she saw a group of black dots in the distance. Without a doubt, they were people from the King of Beijiang.
"Is there no way to quickly cross the desert?" Wen Yuxi turned to ask Feng Ling.
Feng Ling thought for a moment and looked at him. Wen Yuxi frowned, "Yes or no?"
"Yes," Feng Ling said.
"What way?" Wen Yuxi asked.
Feng Ling stepped forward and drew a circle in the air. With the continuous flow of her internal energy, the circle became more and more solid. "Get in," she suddenly ordered.
"This is..."
"Hurry, I can't hold on much longer," Feng Ling urged.
Wen Yuxi asked no more questions and plunged into it. Feng Ling also seized the opportunity as it dissipated to enter the circle.
When Feng Ling woke up, she saw the man beside her at a glance. She was about to get up when she was stopped, "Don't move."
Suddenly, a voice reached her ears.
She was slightly startled.
"Xian'er, is this the entrance to the Feng Yin clan?" the King of Beijiang asked Feng Xian, frowning at the unremarkable entrance.
Feng Xian clutched her chest and nodded, "Yes, it's here."
The King of Beijiang was about to step in when a barrier suddenly descended from above, forcefully repelling his foot.
The King of Beijiang was greatly alarmed and turned to Feng Xian, "What's going on?" Da Feng Novel Network
Feng Xian was also stunned, "I don't know. There shouldn't be this barrier."
"It is I."
An aged voice slowly emerged from behind.
The King of Beijiang turned and saw the Great Elder walking slowly.
The King of Beijiang frowned, looking at the Great Elder, his expression growing much colder, "Great Elder, what is the meaning of this?"
"For a hundred years, no outsiders have entered the Feng Yin clan. It was not so before, nor will it be in the future," the Great Elder said slowly, word by word, standing at the entrance.
Feng Ling, hidden in the bushes, covered her mouth, "I knew the Great Elder wouldn't side with Feng Xian."
The King of Beijiang sneered, "Great Elder, at this point, you cannot stop me just because you wish to."
The Great Elder chuckled lowly and looked at him with resolute eyes, "Is that so? Then try, Your Highness!"
"Great Elder, you are..." Feng Xian could hardly believe the Great Elder's sudden action.
The Great Elder sighed, "Feng Xian, people's hearts are wicked. How much do you truly understand others?"
Feng Xian trembled, "Great Elder, you... you did this on purpose?"
The Great Elder sneered, "If not for this, could you have brought me along?"
"Even so, Great Elder, it's too late. The King of Beijiang is determined to have the Feng Yin clan," the King of Beijiang said coldly.
"Your Highness..." Feng Xian looked at the King of Beijiang.
The King of Beijiang stepped forward and put his arm around Feng Xian, saying, "Xian'er, as you can see, it is your Great Elder who broke his promise first. I..."
"Your Highness, the Great Elder might be momentarily confused. May I try to persuade him?" Feng Xian pleaded.
The King of Beijiang nodded, "Alright, but don't delay me too long."
Feng Xian breathed a sigh of relief and went to the Great Elder, saying, "Great Elder, you promised me before that you would help the King of Beijiang enter the clan. How can the King of Beijiang not be angry when you go back on your word now?"
"Feng Xian, haven't you realized? He has no intention of helping our Feng Yin clan escape this place of trouble. He wants to control the Feng Yin clan."
"No, Great Elder, you misunderstand the King of Beijiang. He will help our Feng Yin clan leave the desert."
"Nonsense. How can someone with no relation to the imperial family lead the Feng Yin clan out of the desert?"
Feng Xian was startled and suddenly asked, "So the Great Elder has always known, right?"
"Yes, I followed you precisely to stop you," the Great Elder said sternly.
Feng Xian chuckled lowly, raised her head, and looked at the Great Elder, "You may be disappointed..."
"What do you mean?" The Great Elder suddenly felt that Feng Xian in front of him was a bit off.
"The King of Beijiang is not unrelated to the Empress..."
The Great Elder's brow furrowed, and he stared at Feng Xian, asking, "Explain yourself clearly."
"The Great Elder may not know, but the King of Beijiang also has imperial blood," Feng Xian said word by word.
The Great Elder looked at Feng Xian, who didn't seem to be lying, and couldn't help but ask, "Imperial blood? The Xue family now only has the Empress, so where does imperial blood come from?"
The King of Beijiang walked forward step by step, a cold smile on his lips, "Great Elder, you may not know, but my name is Xue Zijie..."
"You... aren't you called Xue Zixuan?" the Great Elder exclaimed in surprise.
Feng Xian said slowly, "He is the son of Xue Wenjie."
"Absurd, absurd!" The Great Elder took a step back and looked at her, asking, "So, you've known all along, haven't you?"
Feng Xian turned her face away and after a long while, answered with a single word, "Yes..."
"Foolish, you are foolish! Do you know that Elder Wu..."
"I know. Elder Wu was deceived by Xue Wenjie, but Xue Wenjie didn't deceive Elder Wu. He..."
"Enough..." The Great Elder interrupted Feng Xian, looking at her coldly and saying, "Feng Xian, you have disappointed me too much..."