Observing the young man's reaction, Jue Feng sensed something amiss. He remained unaware of Michael's transgressions against the White family, but the undeniable truth was that Li Feng had perished. A throbbing headache loomed, causing Jue Feng to rub his glabella in hopes of alleviating the pain.
"Since we cannot ascertain the cause of death, let us question the young man directly," he declared, dismissing any objections.
Witnessing Michael's wretched state—a mere Qi condensation cultivator subjected to such mistreatment—Jue Feng felt a tinge of embarrassment. Encircling the young man were some of the most formidable cultivators from the western region of the continent, yet they stooped to bullying a novice. "Restore his cultivation and administer a healing pill," he commanded with a deep voice, rectifying the situation.
