When Lin Feng saw Zhao Min again, it was inside a Yuan soldiers' camp.

Zhao Min, dressed in elegant white attire like a noble young master, sat at the top in a grand armchair, looking at him with a half-smile, her expression proud and content, like a swan that had just won a great victory.

"Well, I told you I'd catch you and bring you back. I keep my word. Do you have anything to say?"

Lin Feng stood below, his hands and feet shackled with heavy chains, and a thick collar around his neck.