"You brat, I'm only saving you because of your favor to the Ming Cult. Don't joke with me here. Are you saying you want to protect him?"

Wei Yixiao stared intently at Lin Feng, the previous friendliness in his eyes replaced by dissatisfaction and threat.

Lin Feng knew that by doing this, he might end up pleasing no one and could find himself in a difficult position. But he decided to go through with it anyway.

He remained calm and said, "Yes, although this person is from the Yuan Dynasty, he is not inherently bad and has indeed done me a favor. So, I want to ask the Bat King for a favor and let her go."