Chapter 3962: Yin Zhuanghong's Invitation

"Lord Swordkeeper, even you don't know what this is?"

The younger generation spoke up and asked.

"Indeed, I do not." Lord Swordkeeper shook his head with a smile, then forcefully pushed the scroll-like object back into Chu Feng's hands.

"Since it belonged to your father, you should keep it well."

"Lord Swordkeeper, since my father gave it to you, this junior cannot accept it." Chu Feng spoke up to refuse.

"Ha ha…" Hearing these words, Lord Swordkeeper suddenly laughed — a laugh full of deep meaning.

He laughed for quite a while before saying to Chu Feng, "Honestly, it's rather embarrassing. This thing has been sitting with me for quite some years. Back then, your father was even younger than you are now."

"But it's useless to me. After all these years, I've never been able to decipher it. So what's the point of me keeping it?"

"You're different, though. Looking at you is like seeing your father as he was back then. In all these years, no young person has ever given me that feeling," Lord Swordkeeper said.

"Senior, we have no objection to you praising Chu Feng, but could you at least consider our feelings a little?"

"Yeah, exactly."

At that moment, Kong Ci and the others spoke up with looks of grievance.

"Ha ha…" Lord Swordkeeper burst into hearty laughter.

He didn't bother praising Kong Ci and the others, nor did he try to comfort them — and that only proved that in Lord Swordkeeper's eyes, their talent truly couldn't compare to Chu Feng's. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the point of not even willing to offer polite words.

Still, Kong Ci and the others weren't angered by this version of Lord Swordkeeper. Having witnessed Chu Feng's abilities, even they themselves felt that compared to him, their talent was truly lacking.

"Young friend Chu Feng, you inherited your father's exceptional bloodline. I may not be able to make sense of this object, but you're different. Perhaps you can glean something from it. So rather than leaving it with me, you'd be better off having it."

"Besides, your father doesn't owe my Divine Weapon Manor anything. After all, anyone who enters the Divine Weapon Tomb and takes something from it does so by their own ability. Your father earned it through his own skill — what debt could there be?"

Hearing this reasoning, Chu Feng felt it made a lot of sense. More importantly, he was genuinely curious about the thing his father had left behind. Combined with Lord Swordkeeper's earnest insistence, Chu Feng found it impossible to decline.

"Then this junior will accept it with gratitude. Thank you, Lord Swordkeeper." As he spoke, Chu Feng put the scroll away.

After this small interlude, the banquet continued. According to past tradition, the banquet would last two full hours. After that time, anyone who wished to leave could do so without it being considered disrespectful.

So from the start of the banquet until two hours later, it was essentially over.

And from beginning to end, everyone from the Ancestral Martial Starfield was in high spirits.

The juniors of the Myriad Astral Starfield, on the other hand, had been miserable the entire time. If not for concerns about their reputation — not wanting to be called sore losers — they probably wouldn't have come to the banquet at all and would have simply left.

"Brother Chu Feng, you finally made it here. You have to stay a few more days this time!"

"You have no idea how much fun Divine Weapon Manor is."

Even though the banquet had ended, Kong Tianhui was clinging to Chu Feng, refusing to let him get up.

"Big Brother Chu Feng, your mastery of the Ancient Warrior's Chess is incredible. You have to teach me!"

"Teach me too! Teach me too! How did you manage to control such powerful chess energy all at once?"

Long Ning, Kong Ci, and many other young women had gathered around Chu Feng as well, their cheeks flushed red, making them look especially adorable.

Fueled by the wine, they had grown bolder, and like Kong Tianhui and the other men, they were hugging and clinging to Chu Feng without any restraint.

The men of the Ancestral Martial Starfield were green with envy — these were the very women they held as goddesses in their hearts.

But envy was envy; they could understand. If any of them had possessed Chu Feng's abilities, they would likely have received the same treatment. The only pity was that they didn't.

"Young Master Chu Feng."

Suddenly, a voice rang out — extraordinarily beautiful, yet brimming with cold detachment. Every head turned to look.

When they looked up, everyone froze. The juniors of the Myriad Astral Starfield were especially dumbstruck at that moment.