Elder Jian Palace.
On a large hard bed, inside the hibiscus canopy.
With a long howl, the over ninety-year-old Hemeng finally released all his "gratefulness," putting down the long, rounded, wheat-colored thigh of Lu Da, and stood up comfortably.
Underneath him, Lu Da had already been tortured beyond recognition, but even so, she had to force herself to get up and help Hemeng dress first.
"So much time has passed, Jiang Feng from China should have entered the territory by now, why is there no news yet?"
Hemeng stretched out his arms, letting Lu Da attend to him while asking.
Lu Da knew well that Jiang Feng had long arrived and could possibly have been taken out by the men sent by Tarsen, but still feigned ignorance and said, "Should I go out and investigate again?"
"That could work. The presence of this Chinese man is a stain on me that must be removed as soon as possible!" Hemeng said indifferently.
Just as Lu Da finished dressing Hemeng and put on her own clothes, another maid came in from outside, nervously speaking to Hemeng, "Lord National Master, Miao Lun seeks an audience outside, saying he has an urgent and important matter to report..."
"Miao Lun?" Hemeng frowned, "Alright, I understand, have him wait in the main hall."
Miao Lun was the head guard of Elder Jian Palace, considered one of Hemeng's trusted aides.
In the entire Elder Jian Palace, besides Lu Da, who was especially "favored" by Hemeng, Miao Lun was the most reliable subordinate.
Miao Lun was not Hemeng's apprentice but was equally powerful, with a late-stage Maestro level realm.
Soon, accompanied by Lu Da, Hemeng arrived at the main hall.
There, as before, he sat high on his State Preceptor's chair, looking down at Miao Lun below and asking, "Miao Lun, what has happened?"
"Reporting to you, I have just returned from outside and found out something incredible!"
Wearing guard armor, Miao Lun said seriously, "Not long ago, a young Chinese went to Huaxia Street and single-handedly wiped out the lair of the Chinese Dragon there! Among them was the runaway chairman of the Heigu Group, Tarsen. It seems both have perished, with none surviving!"
"What did you say?"
Lu Da was startled, unusually speaking before Hemeng, and asked Miao Lun incredulously.
Hemeng frowned and glanced at her, then looked at Miao Lun, "That young Chinese, could it be Jiang Feng?"
"I don't know! It's said that after leveling Huaxia Street, the person left. He really scared a lot of people; his power is said to be nearly invincible, taking down over a thousand of the Chinese Dragon's men by himself, along with several strong forces they painstakingly recruited..." Miao Lun said dryly.
As a martial artist himself, he understood how difficult it would be to do what he described.
Even a hundred of him couldn't achieve it!
"Killed Tarsen?"
Hemeng's expression grew colder, "So, it must be that Jiang Feng without a doubt! He has indeed entered the territory long ago, and Tarsen knew before I did!"
Saying this, Hemeng turned his not-so-friendly gaze to Lu Da.
Being wise and experienced, he naturally deduced something.
Lu Da was already pale, muttering in a daze, "Tarsen is dead... Tarsen is actually dead??"
"Currently, although no one has found the bodies of Tarsen and the Chinese Dragon, they are presumed dead!"
Miao Lun repeated, "Regarding more precise information, the people on Huaxia Street seem scared to death, keeping tight-lipped, unwilling to speak. The rumors outside are from those on the outskirts observing from afar."
Hemeng, upon hearing this, looked dismissive, "Nothing surprising, that kid killed Tarsen, next he'll definitely come for me, which I'm eager for."
Just as he finished speaking, two more guards rushed in from outside, looking tense as they spoke to Hemeng, "Lord National Master, a Chinese has arrived outside. We tried to stop him from coming in, but he said just mentioning his name to you would grant him entry. His name isβ"
"Let him in!" Hemeng waved his hand without even listening, directly giving the order.
At this moment, both Lu Da and Miao Lun felt a bit nervous!
No one expected Jiang Feng to come just like that, and so quickly!
Lu Da's emotions were even more complex; besides her apprehension towards Jiang Feng, there was overwhelming hatred!
Jiang Feng killing Tarsen meant she had no hope of escaping the clutches, leaving her life devoid of meaning.
Soon, with no less than sixteen guards vigilantly escorting him, Jiang Feng entered with Dong Ruyan.
On the State Preceptor's chair, Hemeng immediately locked his gaze onto Jiang Feng.
However, aside from Jiang Feng, Dong Ruyan who came with him also shocked him.
If one had to describe the stunning impact of seeing Dong Ruyan for the first time, it would be like a light cloud veil over the sun, elegant and graceful like snow swirling in the wind!
This was truly a peerless beauty!
By comparison, even Lu Da paled significantly.
The fair-skinned northern courtesan lived up to her reputation; Hemeng had never tasted such an exquisite and tender young maiden before!
Lu Da's gaze, however, remained locked onto Jiang Feng.
This was the man who destroyed everything for her, forced her into servitude, and robbed her of hope.
"Are you Jiang Feng from China?"
Hemeng finally withdrew his eyes from Dong Ruyan and looked down at Jiang Feng with disdain, asking.
Jiang Feng also looked levelly at Hemeng from above, nodding, "Where is Zhu Ge Yuheng?"
"Haha, truly a hero from a young age! You show up here, not saluting me, a high and mighty State Preceptor, and instead directly and boldly question me? Truly daring."
Hemeng smirked sarcastically.
At the same time, Dong Ruyan glanced at Jiang Feng, filled with awe.
In such a setting, even she, an elite assassin of the Demon Moon Alliance, instinctively felt a bit apprehensive.
After all, above them sat a grand State Preceptor!
Even if Myanmar's land is small, it is still fully functional!
Such a respectable State Preceptor, even if he visits China's Capital, would receive the highest honor and a grand welcome.
Yet facing him, Jiang Feng seemed as if he were merely seeing a beggar, showing no amazement, nor any special reactions.
In fact, his aura was not overwhelmed by Hemeng at all, if not slightly suppressive!
"Hemeng, it is I you want, release my friend." Jiang Feng said calmly.
"Is that your tone of threat?"
Hemeng squinted his eyes, "Jiang Feng from China, do you know, in Myanmar, fewer than three people dare to speak to me like this! But I know your skill comes with bravery, so I am not angry."
Pausing, Hemeng continued with a cold laugh, "As for your friend, he indeed is in my hands, still imprisoned in the dungeon. If you want to rescue him, you'll have to follow my arrangements, what do you say?"
"Oh, then what do you suggest?" Jiang Feng glanced sideways at Hemeng, asking lightly.