C920 Incense Immortal Sect

After the time it takes to finish a meal had passed, Gong Buping emerged from Ye Feng's room, his eyes still tinged with redness. No one could guess what kind of ordeal the usually arrogant and cunning strategist had endured inside. Whatever it was, he left with a spring in his step, heading straight for the Maple City camp.

Inside the room, Ye Feng sat contentedly