C779 You Can Leave Tonight

Feng Zhentian had slipped out from the beggar's den under the cover of night.

"Master, shall we depart now, or wait for dawn?" inquired Zhuge Loong with a hint of uncertainty.

Feng Zhentian's lips curled into a faint smile. "We leave now."

"At this late hour?" Feng Pu chimed in, puzzled. Night travel posed no challenge for them, yet Feng Zhentian's abrupt decision was perplexing