Whitewash that High Priest [System]

Monsoon paced slowly in the open snow field, with his head raised slightly, looking at the somewhat gray sky.A few flakes of snow mischievously fell on his eyelids, and he blinked, trying to get rid of the itching.

Maybe it was the previous blessing, or maybe it was the reason why Ji Feng saved Yun Hai's life. The passing clansmen no longer looked at him with too strong and deep resentment and disgust, but they were not enthusiastic. Less than the favorability required to gain Faith.

Occasionally, a few clansmen would come forward to say hello, and Ji Feng responded with a gentle nod of brows and eyes.

Ji Feng, who was in a bad mood because of An Liang's incident, now feels much calmer.The silence and peace in the tribe was something he had rarely seen in his original world.

Ji Feng tidied up the animal skin that was a little messed up by the wind, making sure that it covered his face, but through the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an ordinary and inconspicuous tent.

Ji Feng's body paused, and a feeling of sadness rose in his heart.He knew that this was an overly strong emotion left over from the body of the original owner.

The tent belonged to Yitai, one of the bravest warriors of the Wagner tribe who had ever lived.But what makes people feel helpless is that Yitai lost a leg during a hunting. The doctor was unable to heal him, and the priest was cruel and refused to help him. In the end, he had to save his life and abandon his leg, becoming an inconvenient Useless.

Ji Feng raised his hand and pressed the place on his chest, the heavy weight there made him a little uncomfortable.

When Yitai came to ask for help, the original owner seemed to be stingy and gave only a little divine power, but no one knew that that trace of divine power was actually the only remaining divine power on the original owner. When everyone was gone and only the original owner was left , he showed the exhaustion and pain of exhaustion.

The original owner could not be blamed for this incident, but the original owner was very upset about it, thinking that it was his own fault that made Yitai a useless person.

No one can accept such a blow to become a useless person in a short time, let alone a strong and powerful warrior in the tribe.Since that day, Yitai has never left the tent again, and everything in the house has been handed over to his partner.

Ji Feng lowered his eyes, and his footsteps, which had paused for a while, moved again.

He didn't plan to visit Yitai at this time. Yitai obviously hasn't come out of the shadow of his broken leg. Going now will only make him feel worse, let alone forgive Jifeng.

Ji Feng was sure that even if Yitai showed nothing unusual on the surface, he would definitely feel resentment towards the original owner, and even stronger emotions.

Because in Yitai's heart, it's not that the original owner is incapable of saving him, but that he doesn't want to save him.

Yitai is definitely one of the most difficult steps to get the faith value of all the people in the tribe.

Ji Feng brushed aside the mess in his head, letting this clueless matter be put on hold.But before he got away from Yitai's tent, the curtain of that tent moved, and a young woman in her twenties came out from inside.

It was Yitai's partner, Ayu, who was holding a small wooden basin filled with water, as if she was going to pour the dirty water outside.

Ji Feng's footsteps stopped again. It is not a good choice to continue to leave when Ayu sees him. This may make Yitai and Ayu hate him even more.

"Master Feng." Ayu held a small wooden basin, lowered his head and spoke cautiously.

Ji Feng hummed lightly, stood there watching Ayu pour the water aside, and when he was about to lift the curtain, he stopped her in a low voice, "Yitai, is he alright?"

These words seemed to have hit Ayu's sore spot, she turned her head abruptly, a sarcasm flashed in her bright eyes, and her tone didn't sound very good, "You should know best how Artest is doing now, Isn't it?"

Ji Feng choked up, closed his mouth and didn't make another sound.

Ayu seemed to have sensed something wrong in her words, she turned her head away from looking at the silent Ji Feng, "Sorry, Master Feng. Artest's leg injury is still not healed, and he has a fever recently, I'm just...too anxious .”

fever?

Ji Feng's heart tightened, and he took two steps forward without thinking much, and stood in front of the curtain of Yitai's tent. Seeing Ayu's nervous expression, he told her without hesitation, "I'll go and see him."

"No need!" Ayu shook his head, rejecting Jifeng's kindness, "Don't bother you, Dr. Anliang has already seen it for Artest, and also gave us a lot of herbs. Artest's fever is not serious. The injury showed no sign of getting worse, Dr. An Liang said Artest would recover soon."

Ayu's words did not appease Ji Feng, but made him even more worried.He had just detected Anliang's hands and feet in the medicinal herbs from Yunshan. Although Yitai's situation is different from Yunshan, it still made him think about that aspect uncontrollably.

Ji Feng pursed his lips, slowed down his somewhat tough tone just now, and there was a little sincere pleading in his black eyes, "Let me see him, it won't take you long."

In Ayu's impression, Master Feng has always been cold and ruthless after he became the high priest. When she was alone, she felt a little overwhelmed.

As if his behavior made Mr. Feng very sad.

Ayu sneered from the bottom of her heart, and wiped away that very funny thought.How could their Lord Priest have such emotions? It was obviously the fault of the Lord Priest that Artest would become like this.

After thinking clearly, Ayu lowered her head, concealed the resentment in her eyes, and was about to speak again to reject Ji Feng's request, but unexpectedly, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the tent, interrupting her words.

"Master Feng, come in."