Feng also saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, and reacted a breath faster than his master. He flew forward and pressed his sleep point. At the same time, the sword in Tang Sanlang's hand was against Ling Chen's neck.
"Master, no."
Feng took the tip of his master's sword between two fingers and moved it away.
Ling Chen, who was trying hard to wake up, didn't know that he had been to the gates of hell again.
"Master, I don't know why the Second Prince came to this cave alone, but this cannot be his burial place. If he dies here, not only will you be exposed, but the surrounding villages will also be implicated."
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