"Big Brother Chu Feng, the person I admire most in my life is Lord Zhan Haichuan."
"But now, the second person I admire most is you."
Zhan Lingtong said, looking at Chu Feng with eyes full of admiration.
"Lingtong, who is this?" Zhan Lingling, Zhan Lingtong's older sister, asked curiously.
She was filled with curiosity about Chu Feng. She truly wanted to know who had saved her from Yao Liutian's clutches — and at such a critical moment, no less.
"Sister, this is my Big Brother Chu Feng. He's no ordinary person — he's from the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm," Zhan Lingtong said.
"Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm?" Hearing those words, not only did Zhan Lingling's expression change dramatically, but even the other member of the War Clan looked shocked.
What was the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm? It was the place that everyone in the Ancient Domain of the War Clan wanted to enter.
Yet for them, even entering the Ancient Domain of the War Clan was an extravagant wish.
In short, how the people here felt about entering the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm was no different from how the people of the Martial Sacred Land felt about entering the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm.
It was all an extravagant wish.
"Benefactor, are you… truly from the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm?" Zhan Lingling asked Chu Feng.
Although she still found it somewhat hard to believe, the word "benefactor" alone was enough to show how deeply grateful she was toward Chu Feng.
"Don't be so formal with me — I'm not that old. Just call me Chu Feng," Chu Feng said with a smile. Zhan Lingling was already several hundred years old, so if they ranked by age, she was far older than Chu Feng.
"I'm sorry, I was rude. It's just that the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm… a place like that, it's really…" Zhan Lingling said, somewhat embarrassed.
"I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm not lying to you."
"Let's talk about this on the way back. I'm afraid that if we return too late, those refugees will suffer at the hands of your husband," Chu Feng said.
"My husband? Refugees? What's going on?" Zhan Lingling looked confused.
"It's like this, Sister. When I was looking for Yue'er, I was accidentally captured by the Demon Race and taken to the mines. Big Brother Chu Feng saved me."
"But the common people of our Ancient War Clan were also trapped in the mines as slaves. They begged Big Brother Chu Feng to save them, and seeing how pitiful they were, I agreed to bring them along."
"But when we made it back to the clan after much hardship, Brother-in-Law blocked the entrance and wouldn't let us in, saying those commoners were of lowly status and unworthy of setting foot in our Ancient War Clan's territory," Zhan Lingtong explained.
"He's gone too far."
"I'm going to have words with him."
Upon learning of this, Zhan Lingling showed no intention of siding with her husband. Instead, her face flushed with anger and she flew off toward the Ancient War Clan's territory first.
Seeing this, Chu Feng quickly followed, once again employing the Azure Dragon Swift Movement Technique.
After all, if he led the way, they would be faster.
…
At that moment, inside the Ancient War Clan's territory, Zhan Lingtong's brother-in-law and those same people from the Ancient War Clan were still there.
However, those commoners, including Zhan Lingtong's beloved Yue'er, had all been driven outside the Ancient War Clan's territory.
They stood in the air like refugees — unable to enter, yet unwilling to leave. It was truly pitiful.
"That bastard, I'll make him pay."
Right now, Zhan Lingtong's brother-in-law had bruises all over his face and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His injuries, of course, had been caused by Chu Feng. In truth, for cultivators at their level, such superficial wounds were minor injuries.
A few medicinal pills would heal them, but he refused to take them — because he wanted to keep these wounds visible.
"My Lord, we've already sent someone to summon the Clan Leader. The Clan Leader should be arriving soon," someone said.
"Mm." Zhan Lingtong's brother-in-law nodded, a strange gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Zhan Quezhi, what happened?"
"Where are Lingling and Lingtong?"
"What exactly is going on?"
Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from thin air.
At the same time, a figure materialized out of nowhere, appearing before everyone.