"Did you also think that back then, when we were separated, someone was actually helping us on purpose?" Chu Feng asked.
"If no one had been helping us, then everything we went through simply couldn't be explained," Zhao Hong said.
"I've thought the same thing, but I don't know who was helping us either."
In truth, Chu Feng had long suspected that the force which separated them was not mere fortune, but someone deliberately intervening on their behalf.
Moreover, Chu Feng had a guess.
He believed that the person who had helped him was very possibly his own father, Chu Xuanyuan.
Of course, this was nothing more than speculation on Chu Feng's part — pure conjecture and intuition — so he hadn't shared it with Zhao Hong.
"Since you don't know either, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to figure out who our secret benefactor is," Zhao Hong sighed.
"If that person wants us to know, we'll find out eventually."
"If they don't, then there's no point in guessing," Chu Feng said.
"Mm." Zhao Hong nodded in agreement.
"Oh, right — why are you disguising your identity? If I hadn't recognized your voice, I would have been completely fooled."
Suddenly, Zhao Hong turned her curious gaze toward Chu Feng.
"I've returned to my clan, but right now, both I and my clan are far too insignificant within this Heavenly River."
"And as for me — you know how I am. I'm always stirring up trouble, so I didn't want to bring any trouble down on my clan or my friends. That's why I've been using a different identity."
"It's also more comfortable this way," Chu Feng said.
"That's actually a pretty good choice."
"In that case, you should keep the disguise going. The world only knows that I, Zhao Hong, am friends with Asura. That way, even if I cause trouble, people will come after Asura, not your Chu Heavenly Clan," Zhao Hong said.
After that, Zhao Hong and Chu Feng continued talking for a while, discussing their plans going forward.
Chu Feng's plan was naturally to secure his clan's standing. Once the Chu Heavenly Clan's position was stable, he could leave this Heavenly River with peace of mind and search for his mother.
As for Zhao Hong, she had no intention of rebuilding the Reincarnation Sect. She would remain at the Red-clothed Holy Land and guide it to the throne as the supreme ruler of the Myriad Realms Starfield.
In truth, Zhao Hong and Chu Feng's plans weren't all that different — only that Chu Feng intended to help the Chu Heavenly Clan, while Zhao Hong intended to help the Red-clothed Holy Land.
And both of them needed to improve their cultivation.
Later, it was inevitable that they would also discuss the battle at the Myriad Realms Gate.
"I knew the Blood Fog Heavenly Venerate escaped, but I didn't expect that Tuoba Cheng'an would also slip away in the chaos."
"That old bastard — I thought he was loyal to the Myriad Realms Gate through and through. I can't believe he was so cunning. The moment things looked bad, he ran first."
After their conversation, Chu Feng learned that on the day Zhao Hong had gone on a killing spree, aside from the Blood Fog Heavenly Venerate, there had actually been one who got away.
That person was the Myriad Realms Gate's Supreme Elder, Tuoba Cheng'an.
"Tuoba Cheng'an is quite powerful, and he's an extremely cunning and ruthless man."
"If we don't eliminate him, I won't be able to rest easy. I'm afraid he'll seek revenge against the Red-clothed Holy Land," Zhao Hong said.
"With you around, I doubt he'd dare."
"Besides, Han Xinzhang can handle Tuoba Cheng'an's abilities."
"Though, considering all the evil he's done, he really does deserve to be dealt with," Chu Feng said.
"Oh, there's one more thing."
"Those friends of yours left."
As she spoke, Zhao Hong handed a letter to Chu Feng.
It was a farewell note left for Chu Feng by the Mysterious Cave Saints — just a simple goodbye message.
The Mysterious Cave Saints were leaving the Myriad Realms Starfield, but the letter didn't mention where they were headed.
Chu Feng knew that the Mysterious Cave Saints were people who carried their own burdens of vengeance, so the "we shall meet again" written at the end of the letter might very well mean they would never meet again.
The world of martial cultivators was vast beyond measure. Once parting ways like this, whether they would ever cross paths again was truly uncertain.
Given the relationship between Chu Feng and Zhao Hong, meeting again naturally called for some reminiscing.
However, if he were to recount his experiences to Zhao Hong in detail, even three days and three nights would not be enough.