Chen Feng didn't dare to think about how Wu Han came to a dangerous place like Mokou Cliff alone.
"I feel ashamed to say that I just treated him to a meal, but Xiaohan insisted on repaying me. He even followed us to Mokou Cliff and said he wanted to find his master."
"I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen. In the end, I had no choice but to go along. Not long after we arrived at Mokou Cliff, we were attacked. If Xiaohan hadn't held that thing back, we would have...
...The whole army was wiped out."
Xu Meng, a tall and thick man, almost choked up when he mentioned these sounds.
"Xiaohan is our savior. No matter what, we can't just watch something happen to him."
"If you are willing to save Xiaohan, then you are our savior. No matter what happens in the future, we will be obliged to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of fire as you command!"
Several men stared at Chen Feng with stern eyes, their eyes full of determination.
Chen Feng looked at Wu Han and couldn't help but sigh: "I don't need you to do anything, the person who saves you is Wu Han."
Chen Feng didn't want to acknowledge their kindness, he still wanted to thank them for insisting on saving Wu Han's life, otherwise he would still be able to see him?
Just as he was talking, Wu Han on the bed groaned unconsciously due to pain, blinked his eyes, unable to accept the strong light, and opened and closed his mouth but could not make any sound.
"Xiaohan, you're awake." Chen Feng and Xu Meng gathered around and looked at him with worried expressions.
Hearing Chen Feng's voice, Wu Han stared at him and felt a little familiar, but his face was unfamiliar.
"Xiaohan, do you remember Happy Town? Who did you meet there?"
"Are you...master?" Wu Han stared at Chen Feng with his eyes widened and shining brightly as he struggled to sit up.
He said anxiously: "Master, something happened in Happy Town. Sister Shui Ning was taken away. Hurry... Hurry..."
Wu Han coughed violently, his chest rose and fell greatly, and those silent roots seemed to be revived.
"Xiaohan, don't get excited. It's okay. Shui Ning has been rescued by me. Everything is okay." Chen Feng comforted Wu Han and inserted several silver needles into several of his large acupoints, and the restless roots stabilized again.
When Dr. Yan came over and saw the silver needles on Wu Han, he was about to scold him, but his expression changed immediately after seeing his condition.
"Who did this?" Although Dr. Yan was asking, his eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Feng: "Is it you? It's really great."
Dr. Yan clenched his fists and walked back and forth excitedly: "Originally, I was only 40% sure that I could cure him. Now as long as you help me, I am 60% sure."
"As long as you can cure him, I can cooperate."
This is the first time Chen Feng has encountered Wu Han's situation. Even in the inheritance of Liangyi Yin Yang, there are records about Mokou Cliff, but there are no details that cover everything.
After all, Mokou Cliff has existed in the mysterious world for a long time and has always been a forbidden area. No one would come here to die just to record the things here.
If Chen Feng didn't say anything, he handed the black jade unicorn flower to Dr. Yan. Although this kind of elixir was rare in the world, it was worthless compared with Wu Han's life.
"What a waste of money." Dr. Yan held the ink jade unicorn flower carefully: "How can you use such a big one? Do you know the function of this ink jade unicorn flower?"
Dr. Yan was very angry at Chen Feng's indifferent behavior.