"That troublesome?" Nangong Moli's face was full of surprise, and after the surprise came a wave of pure disappointment.
"It is troublesome. But your Nangong Imperial Clan has such tremendous strength that even a Spirit World Master of the Dragon Pattern Imperial Robe rank serves you." Chu Feng smiled faintly — there was a hidden meaning behind his words.
"That White-Browed Immortal — I don't like him at all. And I don't like his disciple either. I just get the feeling that the two of them aren't good people," Nangong Moli said. She was clever, and she understood that Chu Feng was referring to the White-Browed Immortal.
"They're not the same kind of people, and they can never walk the same path. That goes not only for the White-Browed Immortal and his disciple, but also for your clan leader. You need to be extra careful."
"When you return to the clan, don't go wandering off on your own. Stay with Aunt Lian and the others," Chu Feng said.
"Mm. After everything that's happened, I won't be running around anymore. I'll stay right beside Aunt Lian, and with my big brother and sister," Nangong Moli said.
Afterward, Chu Feng descended to the ground and stripped Nangong Tianhu and Nangong Tianshi of every last treasure on their bodies.
He had a plan. He wouldn't kill Nangong Tianhu and Nangong Tianshi, but he certainly wasn't going to let them off so easily.
So Chu Feng decided: first, he would have Nangong Moli return to the Nangong Imperial Clan, and once she was safely back with Aunt Lian and the others, he would pick a bustling city, strip Nangong Tianhu and Nangong Tianshi of all their clothes, and hang them from the city gates — to give the Nangong Imperial Clan a thorough humiliation.
"That aura — Moli, be careful!"
But just at that moment, Chu Feng's brow furrowed sharply. He immediately pulled Nangong Moli into his arms, and, too preoccupied to bother with Nangong Tianhu and Nangong Tianshi, he bolted.
For at that instant, Chu Feng had sensed an utterly terrifying killing intent — and it was hurtling toward him at inconceivable speed. Most alarming of all, it seemed to have locked onto him. It was coming for Chu Feng specifically.
BOOM—
But before Chu Feng could even begin to flee, a vast and overwhelming force arrived in a single instant, slamming him into the ground.
"Damn it — to be discovered even in a place like this."
Chu Feng's brow was tightly knit. He truly hadn't expected that acting in such a remote location would still draw the attention of the Nangong Imperial Clan. Not only had they found him — they had already caught up.
Because right now, that immense power had sealed off this stretch of heaven and earth. There was no way for Chu Feng to escape — for his opponent was a Martial Emperor.
"What—?" But when Chu Feng raised his head and looked more carefully, his face filled with shock.
Sitting within the same vast crater as him and Nangong Moli was a woman.
She had snow-white hair, yet she was no wrinkled old hag. On the contrary, her skin was smooth as jade, and she still possessed a certain beauty.
However, her expression was cold, utterly devoid of emotion, and her eyes were suffused with killing intent.
Chu Feng had seen his fair share of the world — what kind of cruel and vicious people hadn't he encountered? But after a single glance at this woman, his heart lurched. Her killing intent was simply too overwhelming.
But what truly surprised Chu Feng was not the woman's appearance — it was the fact that she wore no Nangong Imperial Clan attire, and moreover, her body was semi-transparent. She was no human at all, but a spiritual consciousness — or rather, a clone.
And at this moment, she was incredibly weak, as though she might vanish at any instant.
Right then, that woman suddenly turned her piercing gaze toward Chu Feng.
"Take good care of it. Do not lose it."