"I understand," Phoenix said.
She looked at Zhong Daolong’s pale face and ultimately couldn’t bring herself to ask the question that had lingered in her heart for a long time.
"You rest up, I’ll come see you again when I have time," Phoenix stood up to leave.
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Zhong Daolong smiled and nodded.
By the time the iron door closed again, Phoenix’s figure had already walked far away. Zhong Daolong threw the cigarette butt in his hand onto the ground and viciously stamped it out.
His eyes were sinister, his expression fierce.
As Phoenix emerged from the dungeon, she happened to run right into Tang Fei, who was just coming back from outside.
Their eyes met, and it was Phoenix who broke the silence first, "Are you feeling thoroughly better? Why did you run outside?"
"There are no problems," Tang Fei said with a smile. "The doctor came to check on me and said I could get out of bed, so I went out."
"The doctor only said you could get out of bed, not that you could go out..." Phoenix cautioned him. "You still need to continue taking your medicine."
"Understood. I won’t stop unless you tell me to," he said.
Phoenix glanced at Tang Fei and said, "I’ve made a pot of chicken soup with mountain ginseng, brought from New Star, perfect for nourishing your body... Come have a bowl for dinner."
Tang Fei paused, then broke into a wide grin, "Alright then."
Back at the small courtyard, Phoenix told her maid, "Take out that Hundred Year Ginseng and prepare it with the mountain chicken."
The maid following Phoenix said, "Miss, didn’t you say not to take the initiative..."
"Who’s taking the initiative?" Phoenix immediately denied.
After a pause, she weakly explained, "I’m just worried about the chicken going bad... we don’t have a refrigerator here."
"For the sake of one mountain chicken, you’d use a Hundred Year Ginseng?"
Sunshine City, also known as the Holy City.
This is the headquarters of the Flame Shrine, as well as one of the most bustling areas in the human world.
Standing in front of the grand gate of a mansion, An Ning walked up and said to the guard in military attire, "I am the Holy Daughter An Ning from the Lingyang Branch. I am here to visit the Archbishop."
As she spoke, she presented the token that represented the Holy Daughter’s identity.
The gatekeeper took the Flame God token, looked at it for a moment, and said, "Please wait."
He then went inside to notify others.
Quickly, the guard ran out and said, "The Archbishop invites you in."
An Ning and Tang Fei exchanged glances before they both entered the Archbishop’s courtyard.
True to a place closest to the Flame God, even the mansion was grand and more luxurious than the Divine Palace in Lingyang District.
Following the guard’s lead, the two met with Archbishop Bao Guoan in the drawing-room.
Bao Guoan was a kind-looking old man with a pale face and no beard, wearing a pair of black, slightly heavy glasses.
Dressed in a Red Robe, donning a red hat, his chest was embellished with a golden thread embroidered pattern of blazing flames.
"Greetings to the Archbishop," An Ning took the initiative to salute Bao Guoan.
"When you’re at your own home, why the formalities?" Bao Guoan was very pleased to see An Ning. She was his lifesaver, after all; without her, he would have long been buried in the earth. Smiling, he said, "I’ve invited you several times to come over, but you were always busy... What brings you here today?"
An Ning glanced at Tang Fei and said, "I have come to recommend someone talented to Uncle."
"Oh?" Bao Guoan’s gaze shifted to Tang Fei, knowing the talented individual she planned to recommend must be him, otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought him to his home. "Who is this person?"
"My brother," An Ning said. "Not a blood brother, but better than one."
"What are his talents?"
"He is proficient in both letters and arms. He can reach up to the sky to pick the moon and dive into the oceans to catch turtles."
"What position does he desire?"
"Head of the Flame Shrine."