"Sister Song, don't overthink it. Young Hero Chu Feng is not someone someone like us could ever hope to reach. We naturally wouldn't dare harbor such thoughts."
Song Feifei and the others were all frightened by Song Yun. They hurried to respond in a humble manner, and rather thoughtfully, they did so through private voice transmission.
Song Yun simply smiled faintly, then resumed gnawing on the apple in her hand without offering any further response to Song Feifei and the others.
Song Yun appeared so lovely — like an innocent, carefree child. But after what had just happened, in the eyes of Song Feifei and her companions, this Song Yun no longer seemed as pure as she appeared on the surface. Instead, she filled them with dread.
So she hurriedly led her sisters into the palace to retrieve the remains of the two who had perished.
As for their reaction, Song Yun was not the least bit surprised. She slowly turned her head and gazed into the void behind her.
This glance would have been unremarkable, but Zi Ling was startled.
Chu Feng had feared that something unexpected might happen, so he had told Zi Ling to conceal her figure and remain hidden for the time being.
And right now, the direction Song Yun was looking happened to be exactly where Zi Ling was positioned — the two of them could almost be said to be staring directly at each other.
"Can this little girl see me?"
Zi Ling murmured inwardly, because the way Song Yun looked did not seem like a coincidence.
Before long, the distant battle subsided, and two figures streaked through the air toward Song Yun.
It was Chu Feng and Song Xue'er.
"Sister Xue'er, are you all right?"
Upon seeing the two return, Song Yun hastily took to the air.
"I'm fine. Those old fogeys aren't exactly enough to give me trouble."
"But Chu Feng — you actually scared me a bit. What's going on with your cultivation? Did you… were you hiding your cultivation level before?"
Song Xue'er looked at Chu Feng, and in her beautiful eyes, a flicker of astonishment could be glimpsed.
Fighting those elders, she had not exactly been at a disadvantage, but she had also more or less exhausted herself in the process.
Yet the moment Chu Feng struck, those elders had no power to resist whatsoever.
With a cultivation of the third rank of Martial Venerable, supplemented by the power of the Thunder Mark and the Thunder Armor, Chu Feng's combat strength had just barely reached the level of the fifth rank of Martial Venerable.
At that level of power, let alone those elders — even she herself would have been utterly helpless against Chu Feng.
But she clearly remembered that the last time she had seen Chu Feng, he had still been at the early stage of Supreme.
At that time, in her eyes, Chu Feng and his companions had been no different from ants — insignificant little figures she could crush with a single palm or annihilate with a mere thought.
Yet in the blink of an eye, the positions the two of them occupied had completely reversed. How could she not be shocked?
"Hiding one's cultivation — that doesn't sound like something Brother Chu Feng would do," Song Yun spoke up.
Unlike Song Xue'er, she had never once suspected that Chu Feng had been concealing his cultivation. Instead, she firmly believed that Chu Feng had simply grown stronger.
"You've always understood me best, little one," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Of course I do. But Brother Chu Feng, your cultivation is increasing a little too quickly, isn't it? You… you… at this rate, I'm afraid even my mother might not be a match for you!"
Song Yun blinked her big eyes, and when she grew excited, she actually started stuttering — utterly adorable.
"Don't be ridiculous. There's no way I could catch up to your mother that fast."
"Those people here were only acting this way because someone was pulling their strings. If that's the case, then something must have happened at Goddess Yuan Shen and Immortal Aunt's location as well. We should hurry over there."
"Perhaps we can be of some help," Chu Feng said to Song Yun.
"We appreciate Young Friend Chu Feng's concern."
"Everything is quite under control on our end."
Just then, a woman's voice rang out.
Turning toward the sound, three women could be seen standing in the void not far away.
One of them had a face flawless and white as snow, with skin so delicate it seemed it might break at a breath, yet there was not a trace of coquettishness about her. The feeling she gave was one of absolute purity — spotless and immaculate.
She was like a piece of natural jade, untainted by even the slightest impurity.
Though her age was greater than Song Yun's, her sense of purity actually surpassed even Song Yun's.
And that woman was Wang Yuxian.