Listening to Han Fei's words.
Zhao Feng smiled, leaning in a bit closer: "Then you won't live longer than I do."
"That's not certain." Han Fei replied, still in a bad mood.
"As we part, I'll give you a word of advice."
Zhao Feng pulled a small cloth bundle from his chest and tossed it into Han Fei's prison cart.
"Let's hope we meet again one day." Zhao Feng waved and strode directly toward the army camp.
Han Fei looked at the cloth bundle before him and picked it up as well.
He opened it and looked inside.
Han Fei's expression turned odd, with even a trace of surprise.
"Beware of Li Si!"
There were only those four words written on the cloth.
Yet it was exactly these four words that left Han Fei inexplicably startled.
"Why would he want me to beware of Li Si?"
"Could it be that Li Si would do me harm?"
"Impossible."
"Li Si and I are disciples of the same master, he's also my old classmate and friend—how could he ever mean me harm?"
Han Fei pondered in great confusion.
