The capital of Cai Country.
"Cough, cough ..." Zhang Feng spat out fresh blood, her face extraordinarily pale.
The burly man was a clad in a suit of chainmail, with intricate designs on it depicting countless faces.
He looked at Zhang Feng, furrowing his brows: "How's your injury?"
The burly man was the captain of a squadron in the recent Evil God's military camp, and he possessed the strength equivalent to three steps into Heaven.
"I estimate I need several decades of recovery before I can fight again." Zhang Feng said with a seemingly sorrowful gaze, "During this period, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you."
"You were too careless to get hurt by an assassin.
Although the assassin has been executed, your injury…" The burly man frowned, his expression changeable.
The major of the military camp had always favoured Zhang Feng, delegating all the undesirable and tedious tasks to him.
