Jiang Feng was overjoyed. Following the window out, he stowed away the Qinglong Cauldron, transformed into a gust of wind, and raced toward the South City Gate.
Today, with the Royal Master returning, the Wolf Slaughter Army was stationed outside the North City Gate, and the Second Prince personally left the city to welcome Xiao Zhan. It stood to reason that all the experts gathered near the North City Gate, so Jiang Feng seized the moment when everyone's attention was focused on the North City Gate to slip away through the South City Gate—a most fitting move.
But upon reaching the South City Gate, Jiang Feng stopped in his tracks.
"No, if I run off like this, what if they send someone out of the city to chase me?"
"Once they catch up, the consequences go without saying."
"Rather than running aimlessly, it'd be wiser to find a place to hide first?"
"There are countless people in Dragon Capital. I refuse to believe they can actually find me."
