After Chu Chengfeng forced out the effects of the alcohol, his eyes grew clearer. He walked to the railing, and his expression changed when he saw the empty streets below. "They didn't enter the city?"
"The prison cart took a detour!"
"The Divine Martial Army must have sent scouts into the city ahead of time!" Chu Chengfeng grit his teeth.
"SHHH! Are you still drunk? How can you just say whatever you want in front of an outsider?" The Iron Fan Scholar walked step by step behind Zheng Xiu, about to knock him unconscious with his fan.
"Stop! We have to take him with us!"
The Iron Fan Scholar's fan stopped mid-air. He asked, stunned, "Why would you involve an innocent outsider?"
He looked at Chu Chengfeng as if seeing him for the first time.
"Wait." Zheng Xiu tilted his head, eyeing the Iron Fan Scholar warily as he raised a hand. "You two… know each other?"
The Iron Fan Scholar and Chu Chengfeng looked at each other, their gazes meeting.
