Holding a torch, the patrolling individual was circumvented by him, and soon, without deliberately searching, he discovered a clearly abnormal situation.
"Lord Fei Shan, you are finally back."
"You don't know, those people from the Thorn Corps were so arrogant today, they directly injured my guards..."
"They completely disregard our Falcon Corps."
Within a tent at the camp's center, within the extreme range of three hundred meters.
In the low conversational voice, several silhouettes could be seen.
The speaker was a thin man dressed in black armor.
He seemed to be in his thirties, with sparse hair, sunken eye sockets, and a sinister nose bridge, like a black vulture.
Chen Feng could clearly hear him describing the conflict at the market today, even with some exaggerations.
"My face doesn't matter, but I just can't swallow this humiliation, my lord."