C452 Another meeting with the God-tier Blacksmiths Gate (2/2)

When a person met with hope in their despair, the potential that they would be able to unleash would be different from what they would normally. These people had gone through the despair of yesterday and the struggle in the night, and they were finally able to escape. Even though they were filled with doubts and a belly full of grievances, they were still alive.

This kind of joy from surviving a calamity had also caused them to work together even more.

These people were sprinting all the way to Peony City. At this moment, on the mountain top of the Blacksmith God Sect, a green robed youth was playing with a new Nine Links. His eyes were indifferent, and the wails of the disciples beside him could still be heard.

”Young senior uncle, how can we explain ourselves to the Peony City Lord if you just let these people go?” If the mayor is angry, won't he have to cut off the connection with us smiths? When that happens, we'll be in a passive position. ”

”That's right, Junior Martial Uncle. The sect leader said that he must stop these hostages from escaping.”

Hearing the wails of these people, the expression on the man's face remained as indifferent as ever. His gaze landed on the faces of these people as he stated, ”Do you know what I hate the most?”

”Huh?” Everyone was stunned.

Their Junior Martial Uncle had always been proud and hated everyone. How could they know what he didn't like? Just as everyone was puzzled, he heard himself continue to say with disdain, ”You guys go out and do things. You don't use your brain.”

Everyone was speechless.

Green Bamboo swept his eyes over these people and continued, ”Once a member of the Divine Artisan Sect accepts someone's task, before the transaction is completed, he will absolutely not let any accidents happen to the person we are dealing with. Furthermore … The person who made the deal with me is the current Seventh Princess. If she were to become enemies with us, or if he were to die because of our relationship, do you all think that the Peony City would protect us?

The Blacksmith God School was not interested in their fights, and at the same time, they absolutely could not get involved. If he stopped them today, it could be considered as his interference. It was the right thing to do.

”Trash, do things on your mind.”

With that said, the green bamboo turned around and ascended the mountain. Everyone looked at each other, only having one thought in their minds. Their Junior Martial Uncle … Not only was he unreasonable, he was also unreasonable! As long as they kept today's matter a bit more private, who would know that their Blacksmith God School was the one to help?

However, they didn't have the guts to say those words. If they truly angered this Junior Martial Uncle, then they wouldn't be able to take the consequences.

The members of the Divine Artisan Sect had been busy the entire morning, yet they had all left just like that. At this moment, in front of the City Lord's Mansion's gate, the citizens had surrounded the place so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out. Everyone was waiting to see whether the current crown prince would take the risk for them, or protect himself.

Within the sect, Tao Er, who was with Feng Qing, hated this scene to the death. Aren't these people trying to force His Highness?

”Your Highness, the people in this city have gone too far. I failed in controlling them.” Inside the City Lord's Mansion, there was also a man wearing a blue robe who came with Feng Qing. This man had delicate features and red lips.

It was hard for anyone to imagine that such a young man would actually be the mysterious and elusive City Lord of Peony City.

When Feng Qing heard the Peony City Lord's words, he did not seem to agree. He only said, ”It's alright.”

”Have you really thought about going to rescue those people?” The man seemed to be slightly worried.

”Naturally.” Feng Qing was still calm, but his mind was in a mess. He hadn't come back all night. He must have been caught. It would be great if she was pushed out, but if she... She had a slave imprint carved on her?

Perhaps he had been sold, or perhaps something bad had already happened to him?

When he thought of these possibilities, Feng Qing felt a burst of irritation in his heart. Even the killing intent of those that looked at the surrounding people was slightly tainted.

”Since Your Highness is going, please allow this official to accompany you. After all, I'm the city lord of Peony City. If you take the risk by yourself, I'm afraid His Majesty will blame you for it.” As for the arrangement in the dark … I've already done as you requested. ”

Hearing that, Feng Qing nodded his head: ”Everything has to be based on the safety of those hostages. Remember, you cannot hurt anyone, and even more so, you cannot give up on anyone. Otherwise, I will never let this matter rest. ”