After some inquiry, Chu Feng learned the old man's background.
The old man was named Long Shengjun, and he held an exceptionally high position within the Totem Dragon Clan.
He was a contemporary of the clan chief two generations ago.
He was also the sole Grand Elder currently remaining in the Totem Dragon Clan.
Long Shengjun's earlier descendants and his wife had all perished in a great battle. It was only after that that he had his current son.
That son was the black-haired elder named Long Ping'an.
When the previous clan chief passed away, Long Shengjun had briefly overseen the Totem Dragon Clan's affairs, but he never actually inherited the position of clan chief.
He had every qualification to do so.
Yet he said that he had once competed with the clan chief two generations ago for the position, and that his defeat back then was simply a defeat—he would not compete against his juniors for it.
And Long Shengjun's strength was extraordinarily formidable, his power not at all inferior to that of the current Totem Dragon Clan chief.
Combined with his status and his domineering personality, there was practically no one in the entire Totem Dragon Clan who did not fear him.
Even the current Totem Dragon Clan chief was somewhat afraid of him.
That explained why both Long Xu and Long Chengyu were fearful of this Grand Elder as well.
What made Long Shengjun all the more fearsome was that he was the type who ruthlessly defended the Dragon Clan's interests. He did not care for the figures of other powers, not one bit.
He was the sort who wasted no words—if you disagreed, he simply fought.
That was why Long Chengyu worried that once news of Chu Feng's matter reached the Grand Elder's ears, he would make things difficult for Chu Feng.
Long Chengyu brought Chu Feng to his own territory and led him into an underground palace. The palace was not large, but it had been forged from a secret treasure and possessed extremely powerful defensive capabilities.
To divert attention away, Long Chengyu and Long Muxi moved far from the underground palace after settling Chu Feng inside.
So at this moment, Chu Feng was the only one within.
"What is it with this Totem Dragon Clan? Another one of these characters shows up out of nowhere. Chu Feng, you should just run," the Queen said worriedly.
The Queen was not being cowardly—she simply understood that Chu Feng's current strength, when measured against a colossal power like the Totem Dragon Clan, was still far too weak.
Never mind that unfathomably powerful Grand Elder, Long Shengjun. Even setting aside the Nine-Banner Dragon War, there were plenty of powerhouses within the Totem Dragon Clan who could annihilate Chu Feng.
And if someone at the Grand Elder's level truly wanted to deal with Chu Feng, it was entirely possible that even the protective formation on Chu Feng's body would not be able to keep him safe.
On top of that, they were on the Totem Dragon Clan's own territory, where the clan's mastery formation provided a natural boost.
They held every advantage—timing, terrain, and manpower.
Under these circumstances, Chu Feng was truly nothing more than a fish on the chopping board, with absolutely no room to resist.
But before Chu Feng could even respond, he noticed a figure had appeared within the underground palace.
It was a middle-aged man, enormously built. Though he was not particularly tall—only around two meters—he was brimming with an imposing, masculine aura.
Moreover, he was clad in exquisitely crafted golden armor, and behind it trailed a long cape that billowed without wind, giving him an appearance that was both magnificent and domineering.
He stood there, clearly not releasing any aura of pressure at all, yet he gave Chu Feng a sense of oppression no less intense than that of the Grand Elder.