The devilish voice disappeared, and the red light dissipated. There was no longer the figure of that stunningly beautiful woman in this area.
The handsome, feminine man had a grim look, and he gritted his teeth, spitting out two words, “Feng Li.”
“Crown Prince, do you want to chase after them?” A Spirit Venerable behind him asked with an ugly expression.
The handsome man looked askance at him, “Can you catch up?”
The Spirit Venerable choked. Feng Li clearly used that sacred tool of the You Jin Royal Family to take the person away. The speed was too fast and their auras had already disappeared. They indeed didn’t know where to start chasing from.
The four human Spirit Venerables also looked unpleasant. They didn’t expect that they’d be intercepted by the crown prince of the You Jin Royal Family in the end—it was simply a waste of time.
However, seeing the You Jin Demonic Clan’s crown prince’s expression growing darker and darker, the four of them were inexplicably relieved and were glad that it wasn’t this demonic plant that captured the girl.
In the Land of Imprisonment, the number of demonic plants was several times that of the human race to begin with. If there was a Master-level Apothecary who served the demonic race exclusively, then it’d inevitably bring great trouble to the human race.
Feng Li must have thought so too, so he intercepted and abducted her.
Others outside the auction venue just watched from afar. Seeing this situation, the City Lords of the Eighteen Cities all looked unhappy, but the younger generation was extremely thrilled.
Ji Qian loosened his tightly clenched hands and leaned against a wall, feeling as if he was about to collapse.
He was glad that the person wasn’t taken back by the Spirit Venerable Grand Ancestor to be a concubine.
Meanwhile, Yu Qing Qian appeared inside a bamboo house.
There were patches of lush green bamboo planted around the bamboo house, and there was a stream flowing not far away, with abundant spiritual force, making one relaxed and content.
A tall man in a red robe stood by the window of the bamboo house. His figure in this beautiful scenery was like a pleasing painting.
Yu Qing Qian’s eyes were filled with complexity and said tentatively: “Huo Li Ruo.”
The man standing with his back to her turned slowly. His facial features were like a painting, handsome like a celestial that had descended to earth. It was a face that she couldn’t be more familiar with.
“You…” Yu Qing Qian’s eyes widened, revealing a rare loss of composure. After a moment, she narrowed her eyes and said, “You’re not Feng Chen.”
This man and Sick Beauty looked practically the exact same, but their temperaments were completely different.
One was cold and indifferent, like a jade nobleman who walked out of an ink painting not spoiled by a speck of dust; the other was devilish and unbridled, entirely exuding an ostentatious arrogance, like a demon who bewitched the mortal world.
“I’m not him to begin with.” The red-robed man let out a sexy and magnetic chuckle: “I’m Feng Li.”
Yu Qing Qian restrained the shock and scanned him with her heart energy, but found that no matter what part of this person, there was no flaw.
“Master, is he really real?” She couldn’t resist wanting to confirm again.
Gu Yan’s heart energy also scanned the other party several times, “Mm, he’s indeed the real person, and he still has the aura of Huo Li Ruo’s half soul. His appearance isn’t hidden by anything, this is his true face.
“I didn’t expect that he’d look exactly like Feng Chen. I used my heart energy to detect his bloodline and actually found that their auras were very similar. They should come from the same origin.” He added.
Yu Qing Qian couldn’t describe her feelings with the word shock right now. Not only did Gu Yan detect with his heart energy that the auras of their bloodline were very similar, but she also found the foetal poison that Sick Beauty had in Feng Li.
However, Feng Li’s foetal poison was sealed in his dan’tain with a secret technique, so the attacks shouldn’t be as frequent as those of Feng Chen in the past.