3198 Hurts
However, they were dumbfounded when they got there.
Those people didn’t seem to be fighting.
They saw that the senior arena was surrounded by a large group of people.
Leading the colonels, Feng Wu squeezed through the crowd.
“Excuse us.”
They were all colonels, and the spectators were mostly lieutenant colonels or majors, who backed away when they saw Feng Wu and her colleagues.
Here in Peace Grassland, the cultivators had a strict hierarchy.
That was why everybody was so astonished when they heard the way Feng Wu spoke to Elder Dongfang and Mr. Xu.
Feng Wu ran to the front of the team and soon saw Feng Xun and Xuan Yi.
What?
Something didn’t seem right.
The two sides in the arena didn’t seem to be fighting.
There were two tables in the arena, and each had a giant plate on it. On each plate was an entire roast sheep.
The skin was golden and crisp, and the aroma filled the air.
That wasn’t the strangest thing. What surprised Feng Wu was when she saw one man from the Junwu Empire and one man from the Dongsang Kingdom sitting at each table.
What was…
Feng Wu was perplexed.
She didn’t know who those people were, but neither one of them was Feng Xun.
She searched the audience and soon spotted Feng Xun.
When she found Feng Xun, he was lying on a soft-padded chair.
His face was injured, and blood was trickling down his fair cheek.
His hand was on his stomach, and he kept whining. The injury was obviously quite severe.
He sucked in a pained breath and waved his fist. “We can’t lose this time! Those five weapons all have inscriptions! I don’t care what it takes. We must win!”
Feng Wu stood behind him and patted him on the shoulder.
Feng Xun didn’t even look up. “Which b*stard is it? Touching my shoulder…”
He looked over his shoulder and saw Feng Wu.
“Ah!” He involuntarily tried to cover his face.
The injury on his face was pretty bad, and he didn’t want to scare his sister.
Feng Wu glared at him. “Put your hands down. I’ve seen everything!”
Feng Xun pouted and looked up at his fierce little sister.
Feng Wu said sternly, “Put your hands away.”
She couldn’t understand why the son of Northern Feng General didn’t care a little bit more about his appearance.
There was a deep cut on his cheek, but he was still bantering with others.
Feng Wu took a bottle of Semi-Divine coagulant ointment out of her storage space and carefully applied it on Feng Xun’s wound with a cotton swab.
The ointment was very effective and immediately stopped the bleeding.
She still couldn’t stand seeing such a scar on his handsome face.
“What happened?” Feng Wu pressed the edge of the wound when she put a clean cloth on it.
Ssss —
Feng Xun frowned and sucked in a breath. “That hurts!”
Feng Wu glanced at him. “So it does hurt. Why didn’t you treat your wound then, but let it bleed?”
Feng Xun looked at her like a scared puppy.
Feng Wu stared at him. “Your hand!”
Feng Xun immediately put his hand on hers.
Feng Wu focused on checking his pulse.
Meanwhile, around them…
