Martial Master

When Qi Heng understood the situation and began to investigate,

the old eunuch Huang Huan, who was beside Liu Xuanrui, finally came to the Bloodline Sacred Land at Liu Xuanrui's request.

However, his treatment was even worse than that of Fei Leng.

After learning about Huang Huan's purpose, he couldn't even meet Nangong Li, let alone enter the gate of the Bloodline Sacred Land, and was directly chased out by the steward Chen Xiang.

He was left with a single statement: “Since the Dawei Dynasty looks down on the Bloodline Sacred Land, then there is nothing more to say. They are definitely moving the Bloodline Sacred Land, but even if they do, if Master Qin loses a single hair, the Bloodline Sacred Land will definitely not let the Dawei Dynasty off!”

“Master Qin?” Huang Huan seldom asked about the major events outside the palace, so he was unaware of the matter regarding Qin Chen destroying the Feng family.

Even if he had heard about it, he wouldn't connect the Master Qin Chen mentioned by Chen Xiang with a youth from the five nations.

However, Huang Huan, being the chief of the Dawei Dynasty's ceremonial supervision, was very astute and immediately understood that the incident must have something to do with this so-called Master Qin.

“Master Qin? Could it be that another bloodline master has come to the dynasty, only to encounter unfair treatment here, provoking the anger of the Bloodline Sacred Land?”

Huang Huan's heart trembled in shock.

Although he didn't know exactly who Master Qin was, since he could be called a master by Chen Xiang and made Nangong Li so furious that he even declared to move the Bloodline Sacred Land out of the Dawei Dynasty, this master was likely a person of extremely high status.

In fact, he could even be of a status higher than that of Nangong Li.

Otherwise, how could President Nangong Li be so furious as to be willing to tear his face with the Dawei Dynasty?

As Huang Huan thought of this, he became somewhat anxious.

It was not just because of the fact that the Bloodline Sacred Land was going to be moved, but he was even more frightened at the thought of the Dawei Dynasty offending such a powerful master.

“This is bad; I must report this to His Majesty as soon as possible.”

Without caring about the humiliation he faced at the Bloodline Sacred Land, Huang Huan hurriedly rushed towards the palace, looking for Liu Xuanrui to report the matter.

At the Alchemy Pavilion.

“Lord Pavilion Master, Master Fei has been waiting in the reception room for over half an hour. Should we...?”

In Zhuo Qingfeng's office, Xu Bo came in to report.

“He's still waiting?”

Zhuo Qingfeng furrowed his brows, “Forget it, bring him in.”

“Understood!”

Xu Bo hurriedly left to fetch him.

In the reception room.

The tea in front of Fei Leng had long since gone cold.

However, his heart was even colder than the tea.

He did not believe that Pavilion Master Zhuo Qingfeng would be unaware of his arrival.

But now, after more than half an hour had passed, Pavilion Master Zhuo Qingfeng had not met with him, what did this represent?

It represented that the other party's anger was greater than he had imagined.

Although Zhuo Qingfeng held a noble status, Fei Leng was also the chief of the court alchemists, backed by the royal family; when had he ever been treated with such neglect?

Under normal circumstances, he would have turned and left long ago, but now, even though he felt very frustrated, he had to endure.

After all, the task assigned by His Majesty had to be completed; otherwise, he would have no face to return to the palace.

Just as he was feeling irritated, a sound of footsteps echoed as Xu Bo finally appeared again: “Master Fei, I apologize for keeping you waiting. My pavilion master was busy earlier and didn’t have time. Now that things have settled down, he heard you were still here and felt sorry, scolding us subordinates for it. Please, right this way!”

“Elder Xu, you are too polite. Pavilion Master Zhuo is extremely busy, and it is perfectly reasonable for me to wait here for a while. It’s too much courtesy.”