"Brother Chu Feng, you're awake?"
"Brother Chu Feng, are you alright?"
"Brother Chu Feng, seeing that you're okay puts my mind at ease. You have no idea how worried I've been about you all this time!"
Suddenly, a crowd of people rushed forward, surrounding Chu Feng and Chu Yue. They wore looks of deep concern on their faces, greeting Chu Feng with warm, caring words as though they were relatives who had known him for years.
Chu Feng's brows furrowed slightly as he thought to himself, So these juniors of the Chu Heavenly Clan are just as opportunistic as anyone else.
Back then, they couldn't be bothered to give Chu Feng the time of day, yet now they were suddenly so attentive.
This had nothing to do with family affection — they had simply seen his potential.
"And since when did this waste become your brother?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out.
The moment those words left the speaker's lips, the people surrounding Chu Feng, who had just been showering him with concern, froze in place as though they had turned to stone.
In that instant, Chu Feng saw two words written across their faces: hesitation.
But the hesitation lasted only a heartbeat before they scattered and pulled away without hesitation.
They had already made their choice — chosen between Chu Feng and the one who had spoken.
That speaker was a man named Chu Haoyan.
At that moment, Chu Haoyan was walking toward Chu Feng, one step at a time.
Everyone fell silent. Anyone with eyes could see that Chu Haoyan had come to cause trouble for Chu Feng.
But who could have expected that after reaching Chu Feng, Haoyan would not immediately start in on him? Instead, he turned his gaze to Chu Yue beside Chu Feng and spoke in a threatening tone: "Chu Yue, don't you want to keep living in the Chu Heavenly Clan?"
"I—"
The moment Chu Haoyan said those words, Chu Feng noticed that Chu Yue's small face went deathly pale in an instant. She was so frightened she couldn't even speak.
It was obvious that Chu Yue was terrified of this man called Chu Haoyan.
Seeing her fear, Chu Haoyan showed not a shred of mercy. If anything, his anger only intensified, and he demanded in an even harsher voice: "I'm asking you!!!"
Those words made Chu Yue flinch backward so violently she nearly fell to the ground.
Chu Feng caught her just in time, steadying her on her feet.
Now, Chu Feng pulled Chu Yue behind him and locked eyes with Chu Haoyan.
"If you've got a problem with me, say it to my face. Picking on a girl — what kind of man does that make you?"
"Oh, aren't you the real man here. Is this the hero saving the beauty? My, my, how impressive."
Chu Haoyan first put on a smirk and hurled his mockery, then suddenly revealed a vicious gleam in his eyes as he said to Chu Feng: "Do you really think that climbing to the ninth level of the Heavenly Lightning Arena gives you the right to stand up to me?"
"You weren't there that day, were you?" Chu Feng asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Chu Haoyan said, confused.
"Because what I climbed to wasn't the ninth level of the Heavenly Lightning Arena — it was the tenth." Chu Feng corrected him.
"I don't care what level you climbed to. What, you think you're some big deal?"
Right at that moment, Chu Haoyan made his move — he grabbed Chu Feng by the collar.
The instant his hand clamped down on the fabric, Chu Feng's sharp brows shot upward, and in that very instant, a wave of killing intent swept outward.