C171 The Conspiracy Behind the Greencopper Vermilion Bird Platform

"Young Master, it's time to wake up," a gentle voice whispered in Luo Feng's ear.

His eyes snapped open to find a reassuring silhouette framed in the doorway. Beneath the hood, the sharp contour of lips and a chiseled chin belonged unmistakably to the man in black robes.

Startled, Luo Feng sat bolt upright, casting a glance at Zhu Zhengyi, who was quietly sleeping next door