"Brother Chu Feng, why aren't you saying anything? Are you still angry? How about this—hit me a few times. If a few aren't enough, hit me ten times, even a hundred times is fine. As long as it makes you feel better."
When Li Xiang saw that Chu Feng remained silent, he grew anxious and continued speaking.
"We feel the same. If you're not satisfied, forget a hundred—a thousand punches is fine too. As long as you don't kill me, go ahead."
The other two men also spoke nervously.
The fact that all three of them said this only confirmed what everyone present had been suspecting.
In truth, there had never been any bullying or humiliation of them by Chu Feng. On the contrary, it was the three from Sacred Pill Villa who had been in the wrong first.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have apologized to Chu Feng like this.
"I already told you—it was just a small misunderstanding between us. Don't take it to heart. Let the past be the past." Chu Feng said with a smile.
He could tell that Li Xiang and the other two had been sincere in their words, so his impression of the three of them had improved.
It wasn't because they worshipped him that Chu Feng's impression changed—rather, he felt that they were actually somewhat genuine in nature.
"Chu Feng, have you truly forgiven us?"
"Then… can we be friends?" Li Xiang asked Chu Feng. As he said this, he was extremely nervous, filled with trepidation. Chu Feng could even hear his voice trembling.
At the same time, the other two men from Sacred Pill Villa were also looking at Chu Feng with eyes full of both hope and fear.
All three of them seemed terrified that Chu Feng would reject them.
"Sure." Chu Feng finally nodded with a smile.
"No way! Did you all hear that? I'm Chu Feng's friend! I've actually become friends with Chu Feng!"
At that moment, Li Xiang was probably so excited that he shouted toward everyone present. He yelled at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted to tell the whole world.
Many people laughed at this scene, finding Li Xiang quite amusing.
But Chu Feng noticed that the corners of Han Yu's mouth curved into a cold sneer.
It was a mocking smile, and a contemptuous one at that. And when he smiled, even his gaze changed—as though he were watching a clown when he looked at Li Xiang and Chu Feng.
Yes, in Han Yu's eyes, Chu Feng was also a clown.
But he was skilled at disguising himself. That smile and that look lasted only an instant before vanishing.
Presumably, while everyone's attention had been on Chu Feng and Li Xiang's trio, no one had noticed that mocking smile on Han Yu's face.
"Look! It's the people from Starfall Sacred Ground!"
Just then, someone suddenly pointed into the distance and cried out in alarm.
Everyone looked up, and only then did they notice several figures approaching through the sky not far away. They came with great fanfare—there were several hundred of them.
These people, whether men or women, young or old, were all dressed in white robes and arranged in orderly formation.
They walked through the air as though they had descended from an immortal realm—noble, elegant.
They moved at an unhurried pace, yet their speed was remarkably swift.
One person among them, however, was the exception. This person was not treading through the sky but was seated inside a palanquin.
The palanquin was enormous, resembling a small mobile palace. It needed no one to carry it, yet it could fly through the air along with the rest of the group.
Like a sacred relic, it was surrounded and protected by the people of Starfall Sacred Ground.
The palanquin appeared to be crafted from jade, with pristine white gauze fluttering about it. The gauze served as a barrier, preventing anyone from seeing who was inside. Even Chu Feng could not peer through it.
It was worth noting that while there were many powerful individuals present, the strongest of them all were the eight elders surrounding the palanquin.
These eight elders not only looked exactly alike— They were all clad in long robes white as snow, their faces cold and expressionless. They did not even blink, as though devoid of all emotion.
Most importantly, their strength was incredibly profound—like a bottomless ancient well, impossible to fathom.