"Indeed impressive. If Huangfu Haoyue breaks through, I'm afraid that even if you were to spar with him again, Chu Feng, you wouldn't be able to beat him." Someone said with a grin, and these words were also a veiled probe into Chu Feng's current level of cultivation.
As for Chu Feng, he didn't want to come across as too arrogant, so naturally he wouldn't boast about how formidable he had become—something along the lines of Huangfu Haoyue being far inferior even if he succeeded in his breakthrough—so he simply smiled and said, "Senior Huangfu Haoyue, I naturally wouldn't be a match for him."
"Oh, Chu Feng is still young. There's a long road ahead of him—no rush, no rush. The world will be his sooner or later." Seeing this, Tai Kou stepped in to smooth things over. He didn't want this kind of topic to ruin what was otherwise a perfectly wonderful atmosphere.
"Exactly, exactly. Come, let's drink." At the same time, the others raised their cups and drank heartily, trying to steer the conversation past this subject.
"First Immortal, where is Ya Fei currently?" Chu Feng asked the First Immortal, who was seated at the far end of the banquet.
The First Immortal was Ya Fei's grandfather. He had originally been a supreme powerhouse of the Immortal Slayer Archipelago, but because of his granddaughter, he had defected to the Ethereal Heavenly Peak.
Precisely because he had defected to the Ethereal Heavenly Peak, he was spared from calamity. After all of the Immortal Slayer Archipelago's experts were eliminated, not only did he survive unscathed—he remained on the Ethereal Heavenly Peak and became a part of it.
Most importantly, there was one matter that Chu Feng had been holding onto in his heart all these years: helping Ya Fei restore her physical body.
Although Ya Fei's body hadn't been destroyed by Chu Feng himself, it was still connected to what had happened with him.
Before he had left the Eastern Sea back then, Chu Feng had promised the First Immortal that he would find a way to help Ya Fei restore her body someday.
And with Chu Feng's current mastery of formation arts, restoring Ya Fei's body would be an utterly trivial matter. That was why Chu Feng wanted to help her as soon as possible—not only to fulfill the First Immortal's wish, but also to ease his own conscience.
In truth, Chu Feng had already thought it through. In his youthful recklessness, he had acted impulsively and done several things he shouldn't have.
Ya Fei was not the only one. There was also Murong Wan and Yan Ruyu.
These three women were not Chu Feng's lovers, yet each of them had had their innocence taken by him in a moment of his rash impulse.
Their purity was gone, taken by Chu Feng. He couldn't just leave them to fend for themselves.
If they were willing, Chu Feng would be prepared to take them as his wives. If they were unwilling, he would do everything in his power to compensate them.
"Young friend Chu Feng, thank you for still remembering Ya Fei, but Ya Fei she…"
At this moment, the First Immortal rose to his feet, but before he could finish his sentence, his voice choked with emotion.
Seeing this, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward the others, but they either lowered their heads in silence or dared not meet his eyes.
"Sister Fuyan, where is Ya Fei?" Chu Feng turned his gaze to Qiushui Fuyan. He could be certain that something had happened to Ya Fei, and everyone present clearly knew about it.
"Chu Feng, you must stay calm," Qiushui Fuyan urged him.
"I am calm. Please tell me what happened to Ya Fei," Chu Feng pressed. He had already gathered from their reactions that whatever had happened to Ya Fei seemed to be very serious.
"Very well." Qiushui Fuyan took a deep breath, as though collecting her thoughts, and then said to Chu Feng: "A year ago, a gate suddenly appeared at the Ethereal Heavenly Peak. We can confirm that beyond this gate lies the most mysterious place within the Ethereal Heavenly Peak—the Path to Immortality."