"Really?" After hearing
His excitement was naturally because there was now an opportunity to become a Robed Spirit World Master — but it wasn't becoming a Robed Spirit World Master that thrilled him so much as what it meant.
Once he became a Robed Spirit World Master, he would be able to treat Liu Chengkun's illness. That would resolve the burden Chu Feng had been carrying on his heart.
"Of course it's real. Tomorrow, I will invite you to join me on the main hall, and the President will make the announcement publicly," Liu Chengkun said.
"Thank you,
After all… he wasn't a member of the Red Butterfly Association.
However, what Chu Feng didn't know was that Liu Chengkun hadn't actually done anything to win him that spot.
"There's no need to be so formal with me. Get some good rest — I'll come to collect you personally tomorrow." With those words, Liu Chengkun took his leave.
"That old man really thinks highly of you. Why don't you just join the Red Butterfly Association?" Even
"Senior Liu has been good to me, but Eggy, you know why I don't plan to join any faction," Chu Feng said.
"I was just saying it, you know — joking. Don't take it seriously," Eggy replied with a cheerful laugh.
Yet at this moment, Chu Feng felt even more conflicted. The better Liu Chengkun treated him, the more guilty he felt for refusing him.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the Red Butterfly Association, a very different scene was unfolding.
Zhao Ruofan was in his palace — and not only was he there, but his son Zhao Xuan and his grandson Zhao Xiao were as well.
"Grandfather, you're truly impressive! The President had barely locked us up, and you got us out," Zhao Xiao said with a grin, his face practically screaming the words 'flattering yes-man.'
"What's the President to us? Even she has to consider the status of our Zhao family."
"After all, we have that backer over at the Sunset Valley." Zhao Ruofan spoke with undisguised pride.
"If not for my distant cousin there, Sunset Valley would've helped Lu Yang Pavilion wipe out our Red Butterfly Association long ago."
"Of course, of course." Father and son nodded repeatedly. At the mention of the figure at Sunset Valley, they wore the same smug expressions.
"Father, I heard the President spent a great deal of money to purchase two invitation tokens to Cloud Crane Mountain."
"Will you be going with her?" Zhao Xuan asked.
"I'll let you in on a secret — that girl
"Father is magnificent!"
"Congratulations, Grandfather!"
The father-son pair continued laying it on thick.
And Zhao Ruofan's smug smile only grew wider. At the same time, hidden within his aged eyes, a shadow of ambition flickered — one that no one else could see.
But just as the three of them were basking in their self-satisfaction, a massive crisis was quietly descending.
Right now, along the route from Lu Yang Pavilion to the Red Butterfly Association's headquarters, several warships were concealed within the void, advancing rapidly toward the Red Butterfly Association's main base — a fleet as imposing as a vast army.
Inside the most splendid of those warships, within that same grand palace, the Pavilion Master of Lu Yang Pavilion sat at its heart.
Only now, the beauties that had once surrounded him were gone. He didn't even dare sit in the seat of honor.
Because at this moment, dozens of figures occupied the palace. These people didn't wear the robes of Lu Yang Pavilion — they were clad in crimson garments the color of an evening sunset.