But just then,
Zheng Feihong suddenly looked at him.
"Lingfeng, since you have offended Daoist Li, go and atone for your offense against him."
With that, he waved his hand, and a rope-like Magical Artifact flew out of his Storage Pouch.
In the blink of an eye,
Zheng Lingfeng was bound tightly, completely unable to resist.
His expression was one of sheer panic and terror. He screamed, "Ancestor, save me! I don't want to die! I want to live!"
"Sigh..."
Zheng Feihong felt a pang of pity, but still sent him before Li Chang'an.
In truth,
he had known about the matter between Zheng Lingfeng and Li Chang'an for a long time.
"Back then, Daoist Li was still weak, and you targeted him repeatedly. He didn't want to die either. He wanted to live, too."
Zheng Feihong let out a deep sigh.
The seeds sown back then could only be repaid with a life today.
Hearing this,
Zheng Lingfeng fell into despair.
