Feng Yexuan's gaze, passing over Leng Ji, fell upon the person behind him.
Behind Leng Ji stood a young woman.
Feng Yexuan's expression darkened, and he strode forward. "You dare use sorcery on this Prince?"
"Your Highness, I merely wished for you to rest well. It was the Venerable Master who instructed me to serve you."
Feng Ling lowered her head and said softly, "Your Highness has not slept well for many days. If this continues, your body will not endure!"
"The Venerable Master is very worried, and I am helpless. If Your Highness's health deteriorates, the Venerable Master will not spare me. Either way, it is a dead end."
Although she kept her head lowered, even Leng Ji quickly noticed that she didn't seem truly afraid of the Prince.
Her composure was eerily familiar, much like... yes, like Miss Chu!
Miss Chu was also like this in the Prince's presence, neither servile nor overbearing!
Not only in her demeanor, but also in her bearing and speech, she was strikingly similar!
Seeing that the Prince was still furious, Leng Ji, unsure of what he was thinking, blurted out a plea:
"Your Highness, last night... last night you truly slept soundly! In all this time, last night was the best you've slept."
Feng Yexuan remained silent. Although Leng Ji spoke the truth, he detested the feeling of being manipulated.
Feng Ling said helplessly, in a soft voice, "If Your Highness merely feels your dignity has been compromised, then order thirty military rods to be administered to me. But if Your Highness still wishes to sleep well, tonight, as long as I am alive, I can still play the flute to help you sleep."
"Your Highness! Miss Feng also meant well. A young lady's body is frail. Thirty strokes... especially military rods, Miss Feng will not be able to bear it!"
Feng Ling added, "If Your Highness does not intend to punish me, then perhaps, listen to the new information Leng Ji has brought back first."
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened.
His sharp gaze fell upon Leng Ji.
Leng Ji immediately understood and quickly said, "Your Highness, we have discovered the Medicine Man Valley."
...As night began to fall.
Behind Tiger Mountain, two groups of people infiltrated the valley.
Chu Qianli and Xi Jiu, also clad in fitted attire, led the way.
Feng Dingchu remained in his white robes.
But strangely, despite his conspicuous clothing, as he walked in the darkness, even when Chu Qianli looked back, she struggled to find his figure.
Indeed, a recluse of extraordinary skill.
Truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
With that, Chu Qianli stopped paying attention to him and continued to advance through the valley with Xi Jiu.
"I smell the scent of medicine men," Chu Qianli stopped soon after.
The valley was filled with myriad strange and rugged stones.
What appeared to be mere stones, in fact, after they had walked for the time it took an incense stick to burn, they realized these stones were not right.
"Ninth Uncle," Chu Qianli turned and called out.
In front of outsiders, Feng Dingchu was her uncle.
His identity could not be revealed, and Chu Qianli found that the appellation "Ninth Uncle" was excellent for concealing his identity.
A gentle breeze swept past her ear, and Feng Dingchu's white-robed figure appeared before her.
"I heard you understand everything..."
"Look at their shadows," Feng Dingchu said faintly.
Chu Qianli looked down.
The night was clear, and the shadows of the stones were very distinct.
Upon closer inspection, she immediately understood.
Even Xi Jiu realized with a start, "The shadows are correct. This stone formation uses an illusionary technique."
With too many stones and the night too dark, the human eye, looking at the stones, was prone to hallucinations.
"We've found the path!"
A gleam of joy lit up Chu Qianli's eyes. She turned to look for Feng Dingchu, but his shadow was already gone from behind her.
She decided not to bother with this reclusive master.
"Xi Jiu, let's go!"
The Medicine Man Valley lay deep within the valley, but she had not expected to encounter Feng Ling in the Medicine Man Valley tonight...