Kong Tianhui first looked at Nangong Yifan, taking in the curious and impatient gazes of the crowd.
When he noticed that Nangong Yifan — who had always been aloof, so much so that he rarely so much as glanced at any of them — was now staring at him eagerly just like everyone else, the corners of Kong Tianhui's mouth curved upward into a mischievous smirk.
"My encounter with Brother Chu Feng and Miss Yin Zhuanghong is something none of you could understand. She's just pretending she doesn't know us, but I know that given our bond, we're actually very important to her," Kong Tianhui said.
"Tch, have you no shame?"
"You think people like you could possibly have a friendship with Miss Yin Zhuanghong?"
Hearing his words, everyone shot Kong Tianhui looks filled with disdain and anger.
"If you don't believe me, then tell me — why is it that when you all tried to persuade Miss Yin, she wouldn't listen, yet she chose my Brother Chu Feng without the slightest hesitation?"
"If they hadn't shared extraordinary experiences together, would she trust him like that?"
"You all know what kind of person Miss Yin Zhuanghong is, don't you? She's an extremely cautious woman who doesn't trust anyone easily," Kong Tianhui continued.
"That..."
Hearing Kong Tianhui's reasoning, the crowd actually found it quite convincing.
After all, Yin Zhuanghong truly was an extremely cautious person.
But the thought that she might have actually gone through something with Chu Feng and this Kong Tianhui caused the expressions of the men from the various starfields to change. Even the typically taciturn and imperious Nangong Yifan's face darkened, and his gaze shifted as well. If anyone paid close attention, they would find that Nangong Yifan's eyes at that moment were quite terrifying.
……
Meanwhile, Chu Feng had already entered another world with Yin Zhuanghong.
It was a grand hall — not particularly large, sealed on all four sides, with very limited space to move around in.
However, the hall was filled with black weapons.
Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hookblades, tridents — every type of weapon imaginable was there.
"You were deliberately concealing your cultivation, weren't you? A second-ranked Ancestor isn't your true level," Chu Feng asked Yin Zhuanghong.
Yin Zhuanghong ignored him entirely, carefully examining the weapons before her with an intense focus.
Chu Feng had met quite a few cold and aloof women, but this was his first time encountering anyone as frigid as Yin Zhuanghong. If other women were as cold as ice, then Yin Zhuanghong was a frozen ocean — she truly gave off the impression of keeping everyone at an immeasurable distance.
Yin Zhuanghong continued her meticulous selection, and Chu Feng did the same. Before they knew it, five hours had passed.
Rumble—
Suddenly, the hall began to tremble.
"Is this a reminder that our time is up?" Chu Feng said.
After observing for a moment, Yin Zhuanghong seemed to reach the same conclusion as Chu Feng.
She too felt that time in this Divine Weapon Burial Ground was running out, and it was time to leave.
So Yin Zhuanghong walked over to a black longsword.
This particular black longsword was the one she had studied the longest since entering the hall — she had examined it repeatedly, multiple times over.
Chu Feng guessed that if Yin Zhuanghong were to choose a weapon, it would most likely be this one.
He hadn't expected his guess to actually be right.
But just as Yin Zhuanghong was about to reach out and grasp the black longsword, Chu Feng suddenly spoke up.
"If I were you, I wouldn't pick that one."
Surprisingly, though Yin Zhuanghong had been ignoring everything Chu Feng said, at those words, her outstretched delicate hand actually withdrew.
"Which one should I pick?" Yin Zhuanghong didn't look at Chu Feng, but she still asked the question.
"Pick this one." Chu Feng pointed to a different black longsword.
"You're using those eyes of yours to see again?" Yin Zhuanghong suddenly turned to look at Chu Feng.
"You can see my Heavenly Eye?" Chu Feng was stunned.
"So it's called the Heavenly Eye?"
"That's quite the remarkable ability." As she spoke, Yin Zhuanghong had already walked over to the sword Chu Feng had pointed out.
Then she simply reached out and grasped it.
The moment she took hold of the sword, Yin Zhuanghong vanished.
"This girl — how is it that nothing seems to slip past her?"
Although Yin Zhuanghong had already departed, a look of shock still surfaced in Chu Feng's eyes.
His Heavenly Eye was extremely discreet — even when he used it, others wouldn't notice a thing. Yet Yin Zhuanghong had detected it.
She wasn't even a Saint-rank Spirit World Master, yet she had seen through the Saint-level protective formation Chu Feng had set up, and she had even caught him using his Heavenly Eye.
This only deepened Chu Feng's curiosity about Yin Zhuanghong.
At that moment, the hall was shaking faster and faster. Chu Feng could even feel a force surging around him — if it continued to intensify, it would forcibly remove him from the place.
Chu Feng knew he couldn't linger any longer.
"You'll do."
He reached out and snatched up a black broadsword.
The moment the black broadsword was in his grasp, everything around him began to shift.
When his surroundings stabilized, he found himself standing in a vast open plaza.
This was the entrance to the Divine Weapon Burial Ground.
And Chu Feng could now see that nearly everyone who had entered the burial ground with them had appeared here.
Some held scraps of worthless metal in their hands, while others held immortal-grade weapons.
It seemed everyone had gotten something out of it — though for some it was treasure, and for others it was trash.
"Whoa, Brother Chu Feng, you're finally out! Look at the sky — it's already dark! What on earth did you do with Miss Yin that took so long? Brother Chu Feng, are you really that... enduring?"