Jiang Fengnian had initially also advocated for pursuing and killing Yu Fengtian.
However, upon hearing Zhou Yu's words, he became anxious instantly.
"Zhou Yu, what happened to the minister?"
Zhou Yu looked towards the direction of the formation:
"I feel his breath is weakening rapidly."
"Zhou Yu, no matter what, you must save the minister."
"Of course."
Zhou Yu nodded.
"Quick, open the formation."
Without another word, Jiang Fengnian quickly disabled the formation.
Zhou Yu had Lou Moyan and Yang Shiwu stand guard outside, in case Yu Fengtian launched a surprise counterattack.
He and Jiang Fengnian hurried inside.
In the valley, mist swirled around.
However, Zhou Yu had already locked onto Wei Wuya's location with his Divine Sense.
Zhou Yu walked briskly towards him and under an old tree, he saw an elderly man.
This person looked to be around sixty years old, with short hair, a square face, and two deep nasolabial folds that gave him a very commanding appearance.
