Mainland Martial Arts

Lin Feng's gloomy face now took on a new dimension of confusion. His brow furrowed as he pondered: If Xu Tian had truly committed a capital crime, his execution was well-deserved, and it seemed Gao Jinghao couldn't be blamed. With this thought, he spoke frankly, "Sorry, I forgot. Please let me know." A hint of confusion lingered in his eyes, as if he were searching for lost memories.

Before Gao Jinghao could reply, a clatter of footsteps could be heard. A burly, stern-looking middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of people, slowly approached. This man was none other than Hong Ze of the Ming family. Beside him, a white-haired but vigorous elder was none other than Ming Zeshu, the patriarch of the Ming family. Ming Zeshu's steps were steady and powerful, each one bearing the weight of time. His gaze was deep and piercing, as if he could see through everything.

Ming Zeshu came to Lin Feng, stopped, and first saluted Gao Jinghao with his fists clasped. He said in a low and powerful voice: "Greetings, City Lord Gao." Then he turned to Lin Feng, bowed respectfully, and said: "Greetings, Mr. Lin." There was some respect in his voice, but also a hint of worry.

Lin Feng looked at Ming Zeshu, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes again, and said, "You know me too?" His eyes were full of confusion, as if he was in a fog, and felt unfamiliar with everything around him.

Ming Zeshu was slightly stunned, with a puzzled expression on his face, and said, "Mr. Lin, don't you remember me?" There was a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he was worried that Lin Feng's amnesia would bring about serious consequences.

Seeing this, Gao Jinghao quickly turned around and whispered to Ming Zeshu, "He seems to have lost his memory." His voice was very low, for fear of being heard by Lin Feng, but with a hint of anxiety, hoping that Ming Zeshu could understand the complexity of the situation at the moment.

Ming Zeshu's brow furrowed as he listened, his expression growing even more solemn. He pondered to himself: If such a powerful person were to become like Xu Tian six years ago, the entire city of Lingyuan would be reduced to hell. A hint of fear lingered in his eyes, as if he saw a horrific disaster about to strike. The atmosphere at the city gate grew even more oppressive, as if enveloped by an invisible dark cloud, making it difficult to breathe.

During his conversation with Lin Feng, Gao Jinghao keenly noticed that Lin Feng had lost his memory, and a burst of joy suddenly surged in his heart. As the lord of Lingyuan City, Gao Jinghao had always been ambitious and longed to have a more powerful influence in this land.

At this moment, he seemed to see a perfect opportunity before him. As long as he could make good use of Lin Feng, he would be able to gain a powerful helper and realize his many plans. Thinking of this, Gao Jinghao unconsciously revealed a malicious smile on his face, and that smile looked particularly sinister in the dim light.

Ming Zeshu had been paying close attention to the changes in Gao Jinghao's expression. When he saw the strange smile on Gao Jinghao's face, his heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Ming Zeshu knew full well that Gao Jinghao was no good, and every action of his might concealed ulterior motives. Now that Lin Feng had lost his memory and remembered nothing of his past, if Gao Jinghao were to exploit him, the consequences would be disastrous. However, Gao Jinghao, as the Lord of Lingyuan City, possessed unfathomable power, far surpassing Ming Zeshu's own. He was powerless to contend with him, and could only silently lament.

Gao Jinghao took two steps forward, his face full of false enthusiasm, and said to Lin Feng: "Mr. Lin, you have lost your memory and I'm afraid you have forgotten a lot of important things. You still owe me a huge favor! But this place is noisy and it's really not a place to talk. Why don't we find a quiet place and reminisce about the past?" His voice sounded gentle and polite, with a bit of concern, but the greedy gleam in his eyes completely exposed his true intentions.

When Lin Feng heard this, his brows furrowed instantly, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart. This sudden "favor" made him instinctively feel that things were not as simple as they seemed.

He knew full well that after losing his memory, he had lost all his memories of the past, and now faced with this situation, it was indeed a difficult situation. But at the moment, there seemed to be no better choice. He could only suppress his doubts and bite the bullet and replied, "In that case, I'll trouble you, City Lord, to lead the way." He tried to keep his tone calm, but his eyes revealed an unconcealable wariness.

Seeing this, Ming Zeshu became very anxious. He hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to say something: "Mr. Lin, this..." However, before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Gao Jinghao.

"Ancestor Ming, this is a private matter between Mr. Lin and me. Please don't interfere." Although Gao Jinghao's tone was polite, his eyes were full of unquestionable majesty, as if declaring to Ming Zeshu his absolute dominance in this city.

Ming Zeshu was filled with resentment. He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, but he was helpless. He knew he had no power to resist Gao Jinghao, so he could only place his last hope on Lin Feng. He used all his strength, focusing all his warning and worry in his eyes, looking at Lin Feng, as if to say, "Mr. Lin, be careful, this person has bad intentions! This could be a trap!"

Lin Feng noticed Ming Zeshu's meaningful look and became even more wary of Gao Jinghao. He nodded slightly, indicating to Ming Zeshu that he would be more careful, then turned and followed Gao Jinghao towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Along the way, Gao Jinghao kept on chatting away, attempting to create a relaxed atmosphere and lull Lin Feng into a relaxed state. He would sometimes praise Lin Feng's past bravery and sometimes allude to their former "deep friendship," but Lin Feng would only occasionally respond briefly, his mind completely unconcerned. Silently observing his surroundings and memorizing the route, Lin Feng constantly pondered Gao Jinghao's intentions. He knew he was now in the midst of an unknown mystery, requiring him to proceed with caution at every step.

Soon, they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion. It was magnificent, its vermilion gate towering and imposing, its golden rivets gleaming brightly in the setting sun. Stone lions in front of the gate bared their fangs and claws, as if demonstrating the City Lord's majesty.

Walking into the mansion, the courtyard was spacious and open, with lush flowers and plants, and rockery and ponds scattered in an orderly manner, forming a beautiful garden painting. However, Lin Feng had no intention of appreciating this beautiful scenery. His attention was always focused on Gao Jinghao, alert to any possible danger.