The white plum blossoms covered the wound, then seeped into the skin like melted snow.
In no time, icy patterns appeared on the wound, gradually healing and scarring over...
After a while, Major General Zhao slowly opened his eyes.
"Wenren... Imperial Envoy?"
Wenren Feng asked, "Major General Zhao, how are you feeling?"
Major General Zhao quickly regained full consciousness, looked at his now-healed wound, and couldn’t help but show joy.
"It seems alright now. Thank you, Wenren Imperial Envoy!"
Wenren Feng nodded, "The injury is mostly resolved, though your Yuan Qi is a bit lacking. Resting for three days should suffice."
"Alright, thank you. If it weren’t for that Extreme Shadow Ice Wolf’s ambush, I..."
Before Major General Zhao could finish speaking, Wenren Feng had already turned aside to wash his hands.
Indeed, Wenren Feng had a compulsion.
After battles or treatments, regardless of the presence of dirt or impurities, he would wash his hands whenever he touched someone else’s body, or he would feel uncomfortable.
Watching Wenren Feng’s back, a strange gleam flashed in Major General Zhao’s eyes.
Slowly opening his right hand, Major General Zhao seemed to grasp something thin and long.
Then, with a flick of his right hand, the invisible object flew silently toward the back of Wenren Feng, who was washing his hands!
At that moment, a white plum blossom happened to block the object.
"Clang!"
The white plum blossom quivered slightly, making a sound akin to metal clashing.
"Hmm?"
Major General Zhao’s eyes narrowed slightly. He immediately raised his hand to seal, and a layer of dark Spirit Light spread out in all directions.
The entire space trembled slightly, then seemed as if nothing had happened.
With a double "clang," something fell to the floor.
Wenren Feng bent down to pick it up, revealing a darkly-patterned black needle about a foot long.
"This needle contains Bone-Eroding Poison; even a Burning Sun would suffer great damage to Yuan Qi if struck.
Additionally, sneaking in here and transmuting into someone else..."
Wenren Feng crushed the black needle in his palm with a flash of white light, then looked at Major General Zhao:
"If I’m not mistaken... Qiguang Truth Secret Society, Hermit?"
"How keen of you..."
Major General Zhao curled his lips, and dark light flowed over him, transforming him into a slender young man wearing a white cloak in an instant.
"That’s right, it’s me." The slender young man smiled slightly, "Truth Secret Society, Hermit, Damia."