"It's just that, usually when we pick out some people, we are extremely secretive, and their backgrounds are usually investigated thoroughly. Now, have you really sent someone to investigate this matter? Will there be any problems? After all, we can't afford to be careless about this matter." The old man said, looking at Old Feng, his eyes still filled with unconcealed worry.
Old Feng curled his lips and sneered, "This kid must have come from some country town. It's just that he ran into Old Man Tan that day, and Old Man Tan protected him, saying that he was his grandson's nephew."
Hearing this, several people looked at each other and asked, "So, the boy is just a country boy who has never seen the world? There is no potential trouble?"
"That's what I think. However, since you don't believe it, you can give it a try." Old Feng sneered, "We are in the dark and he is in the light. Isn't it easy to observe a person?"
After hearing this, they pondered for a while and still couldn't help asking, "What's so special about this young man? We don't need one more person, why do we need to drag him in?"
Having this person whose background they don't know really makes them worried.
"Didn't I say that? I believe my judgment of people is not wrong." Old Feng said, looking at them and said, "Okay, let's leave it at that! Calculating the time, the boy should be awake, let's go and take a look."
So, several people followed him and left the top floor.
Feng Jiu, who was staying in the iron room, heard the footsteps coming from outside. Her expression changed slightly, and the cunning and wisdom in her eyes disappeared. She blinked her silly eyes, with panic and fear on her face, and huddled in the corner with her hands holding her feet.
The door opened, and the people who walked in saw the young man in the corner with panic and fear in his eyes. He looked obviously scared, but he managed to appear strong. He tried hard to remain calm, but he didn't know that his trembling body had already revealed his helpless and frightened mind.
When Mr. Feng came in, he glanced at the people around him, as if to say: Look, I told you he's just a country boy, right? Nothing to be afraid of.
The few people looked at the expression and appearance of the boy huddled in the corner, and they felt relieved. As long as there was no potential danger or trouble, everything else would be fine.
"Who are you? Why are you arresting me?" Fengjiu asked in a trembling voice, playing the role of a country boy to perfection.
"Your foundation-building skills are a little weak compared to those people." An old man said, his eyes moving around Fengjiu.
"It doesn't matter. As long as you get in there, no matter how weak you are, you will be stronger than those outside." said another person.
"That's right. This elite force that we are going to train has prepared a lot of good things. Last time, a Foundation Establishment cultivator surpassed his level and killed a Golden Core Peak cultivator. It really surprised us."
"The time given by the higher-ups is one year. We need to train them within one year. It's almost time to start now."
The few of them stood in front of Fengjiu and discussed, and they didn't seem to worry that the information in their words would be heard by the young man. Perhaps, it was because they were confident that once they entered their place, it would be impossible to get out.