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Feng Wu turned to Feng, looking concerned. "His Royal Highness…"

Feng never blatantly showed off his capability the way Jun Linyuan did. Since he was known to be Jun Linyuan's most helpful wingman, Feng would never let such a great opportunity go to waste. He wouldn't be Feng the steward if he didn't do anything now.

"Sigh —" Feng heaved a long sigh. "Miss Feng Wu, please sit back down. His Royal Highness has left instructions that I should return you safely to Fallen Star Yard."

Feng Wu decided that she wouldn't sit back inside the carriage, and instead took a seat next to Feng. "Mr Feng, that person from just then, is he His Majesty's man?"

Feng nodded.

"Is he a very capable cultivator?"

Feng said, "There are always a lot of capable men around His Majesty."

"Will Jun Linyuan be alright?" After all, Jun Linyuan had only offended the colossal Xuanyuan clan because he had been defending her.