Yang Feng was speechless for a moment after Professor Sun's words. He was quite surprised that Professor Sun knew these things.
"No, I just ran into an old friend in this city, and we ended up having a few drinks. I stayed at his place, and my phone was dead, so I didn't get a chance to contact you right away. I'm sorry, teacher."
Upon hearing this, Professor Sun snorted coldly and said, "You're the one I brought out for archaeological research. If something happens to you, I'm finished."
"Uh, it won't happen again next time, don't worry."
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 431 Flight Departure
"Next time? You want a next time? I really won't take you out again. You're such a worry for me."
Professor Sun was furious. He tapped Yang Feng on the head and said...
"Hehe, no, there won't be a next time. Professor Sun, please forgive me this time."
Yang Feng chuckled awkwardly, gently rubbed his head, and began to speak.
"Alright, you brat, we're heading back to Yanjing tomorrow, so you'd better pack your things."
Professor Sun sighed slightly, waved his hand, said something, and then turned and went into the room.
As Yang Feng watched Professor Sun enter the room, he felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"What could be strange about him? He's my teacher. Hmm... maybe I've just been too stressed lately."
Yang Feng shook his head slightly, recalling the previous battle. He hadn't expected that the Flame Sword, under the control of his powerful divine sense, could unleash such immense power.
If he possessed such a powerful divine sense, he would probably crush all the martial arts practitioners sooner or later.
In battles beyond their level, even a peak Earth Rank cultivator could utterly defeat a second-level Heaven Rank martial arts elder, leaving him in a sorry state.
No one would believe this if I told them.
Back in his room, Yang Feng sat cross-legged on the soft bed, gently closed his eyes, and quietly began to meditate, as this would help promote the recovery of his consciousness.
Overnight, Yang Feng's spiritual sense underwent a qualitative change, seemingly becoming much stronger than before. This might be the result of breaking down and rebuilding.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the window, comfortably bathing Yang Feng. Despite not having slept all night, he felt no fatigue whatsoever.
"I never thought that I could restore my mental state in one night through meditation, and even improve it a bit. It seems that I should learn more about how monks meditate in the future."
Yang Feng had a rudimentary understanding of meditation, but only a little.
After washing up briefly in the bathroom, Yang Feng, dressed in a casual suit, came out of the room.
"I was just about to wake you up, but I didn't expect you to be out here so soon. Okay, let's go downstairs to eat first, and then we'll head straight to the airport."
Professor Sun happened to come out of the room and saw Yang Feng coming out as well. He casually said something and turned to walk towards the elevator.
Yang Feng nodded slightly, and with his long legs, followed Professor Sun over.
After breakfast, I went back to my room to pack my luggage. We had an hour before heading to the airport.
Yang Feng didn't bring any luggage; he had a storage ring with all his clothes and personal belongings stored inside.
Now that he could use his divine sense again, he probed into the storage ring to check the items inside and found that the Shennong alchemy furnace was still safely inside, which put his mind at ease.
After all, this is a great treasure, and I believe it will be extremely useful once he activates his alchemist profession.
Yang Feng took out his phone from the storage ring. As soon as he turned it on, a string of messages came in, about half of which were from Han Shilan.
As for the others, Yang Feng ignored them completely and clicked on Han Shilan's information, which immediately opened the QQ chat interface.
From the message, Yang Feng learned that Han Shilan was actually sick. He was immediately anxious and didn't know what to reply, so he could only type this.
"I'm going back right away. Just bear with it a little longer, buy some cold medicine, and drink plenty of hot water."
On the other side, Han Shilan caught a cold on her first day of school and lay in bed. Her oval face was flushed and she looked very cute.
"Oh, I know, but I feel dizzy and nauseous."
Han Shilan saw a reply to her phone, picked it up and saw it was from Yang Feng. She immediately perked up and typed a reply with both hands.
"It's probably just a cold. The weather has been so unpredictable lately, it's easy to catch a cold. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Yang Feng was slightly anxious. He stood up. He could actually rely on flying on his sword and should be able to reach Yanjing City in about an hour.
In the end, Yang Feng still couldn't put his mind at ease and really wanted to return to Yanjing City as soon as possible.
So I went out and went to Professor Sun's room, and gently knocked on the door.
Professor Sun quickly opened the door and found Yang Feng standing there. He immediately asked with some confusion:
"What's wrong, Xiao Yang? Is something the matter?"
"It's like this, Teacher Sun, my friend here is sick, so I probably can't go back with you today. Could you please cancel my plane ticket? I'll go back in a few days."
Yang Feng readily fabricated a lie and began to speak.
If I told Professor Sun that I flew back to Yanjing City on my sword, he probably wouldn't believe me and might even think I was a fool.
In fact, Yang Feng could also rely on his own strength to run on the highway, which would allow him to reach Yanjing quickly, although he might be photographed doing so.