Seeing him staring at Guan Xilin, Fengjiu just smiled faintly and walked in with him.
City Lord Duan first led his men to the ice cellar following the people arranged by Patriarch Meng, and then Feng Jiu and the others went there.
Patriarch Meng glanced at Fengjiu, and then said to the City Lord, “If you need anything else, just let me know. If I can do it, I will not refuse.”
Hearing this, the city lord had a deeper impression of the Meng family. He nodded and said with a smile, "Brother Meng, don't worry. I won't be polite to you if I need anything. You helped me a lot this time. If you need my help in the future, just let me know."
"Hehe, City Lord, you're too polite." The head of the Meng family was happy, knowing that after this incident, if their Meng family encountered any trouble in the future, City Lord Duan would not sit idly by. This was enough.
Arriving at the ice cellar, Fengjiu stopped and said, "City Lord, just follow me in. Everyone else, stay outside! No one is allowed to come in unless the door is opened from the inside."
"Don't worry! I'm here to guard it, and no one will do anything wrong." Guan Xilin laughed loudly and patted his chest to signal her not to worry.
Feng Jiu smiled and nodded to him, then she and City Lord Duan pushed open the stone door and entered the ice cellar. As soon as they entered, the cold air hit them in the face, and their whole body was quickly filled with a chill, and all the pores in their body seemed to open.
Feeling the strong chill in here, she immediately circulated the energy in her body, letting the spiritual energy flow through her blood and veins. After a while, her whole body warmed up.
City Lord Duan, who was standing by, also used his spiritual power to protect his body. He looked at Feng Jiu and asked, "Master Feng, do you need me to do anything?"
"Take off your father's shirt." Fengjiu said, glancing at the table beside her. She had asked someone to put it there so that she could place things.
"good."
City Lord Duan personally stepped forward and took off the shirt of his unconscious father. After all, no one here could do this. However, the closer he got to the thousand-year-old ice bed, the colder it became. Especially when he saw his father lying on the icy bed with his upper body naked, a layer of fine ice gradually condensed on his body and face, he became a little worried.
In such a cold place, he has no spiritual power to protect his body. Can his body bear it? Will he get sick from the cold? Thinking about it, he asked with some worry: "Master Feng, my father has no spiritual power to protect his body. Is it really okay to lie in the thousand-year-old ice like this?"
Feng Jiu frowned slightly, glanced at him, and said, "City Lord Duan, since you have entrusted your father to me for treatment, then don't question my methods. In addition, it is one thing that I haven't taken action yet, but if I do, I hope you won't make any noise to disturb me."
As she spoke, she picked up a small knife and wiped it, then looked at him and said, "Actually, I can do this treatment by myself. I let you in just so you can watch in person how I treat your father. But if you disturb me in the middle of the treatment, then if this treatment fails, your father's life will be ruined."
Hearing this, City Lord Duan's face changed slightly. Although this sounded very impolite, he knew that he was telling the truth, so he said to him apologetically: "Mr. Feng, I'm really sorry, don't worry, I won't do it again."