Chen Feng rested peacefully for the night, worrying about nothing, and slept with a steadfastness he hadn't felt in a very long time.
For a long, long while, he had not known such tranquility.
The next day, as the sky began to brighten, Chen Feng woke up without disturbing the still-sleeping Ye Qingqing and quietly left the Mansion of Longevity.
Outside the mansion, Chen Feng got through to Ling Zhu on the phone.
"Where are you?" Chen Feng asked.
"We're about to arrive."
"Good, make it quick," Chen Feng hung up the phone.
This morning, he intended to flatten the Qingyi Sect before the sky was fully light.
After waiting for roughly twenty minutes, Ling Zhu and the others arrived.
Chu Xun, Murong Doudou, Li Xiaojing, Feng Chengcheng, Zhou Qiuyu, and Ling Zhu, all wore masks and switched into identical black combat uniforms. Although their outstanding figures could not be completely concealed, their original faces were absolutely unrecognizable.
