"Young man, you seem pretty cocky."
The bald man at the lead said.
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm not interested in sticking around."
Chu Feng said impatiently.
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"I'm Zhang Kuang. You dare act tough in front of me? Believe it or not, I'll slap the crap out of you."
As the bald man spoke, he raised his hand. The way he held himself made it perfectly clear that if Chu Feng didn't submit, he would really swing a slap right across his face.
Seeing this, the crowd nearby quickly scattered.
Many of them looked at Chu Feng with eyes full of sympathy — the kind of look that said he had offended someone he absolutely should not have crossed.
But who could have expected that Chu Feng not only didn't bow his head, he didn't utter a single word of submission either. Instead, his gaze turned ice-cold.
"I'll give you one piece of advice — you'd better not lay a hand on me."
"Or else…"
"Or else what?"
The bald man asked.
"You want to find out what happens? Then go ahead and try."
Chu Feng said.
"Damn it, you think I wouldn't dare hit you?"
"I'm Zhang Kuang!"
The man was about to strike, but suddenly, he hesitated.
He had caught Chu Feng's gaze.
That look was incomparably cold. The moment their eyes met, it was as though his very soul had plunged into the depths of hell.
Though he could hardly believe it, he knew he was afraid — a fear born from deep within his heart that now permeated his entire soul.
"Senior Brother Zhang, don't!"
"Senior Song just told us to bring him over."
"He didn't say for us to teach him a lesson."
And just as the bald man found himself in an awkward position — mounting a tiger with no way to get off — the two First Level Supreme Realm disciples behind him hurriedly urged him to stand down.
"Kid, for Senior Song's sake, I'll let you off this time."
"Now come with us."
The bald disciple at the lead lowered his raised arm, though he delivered those words in an almost commanding tone.
"Who is Senior Song — an elder or a disciple?"
Chu Feng asked.
"What, if he's not an elder, you won't go?"
The bald disciple's face twisted with displeasure.
"If an elder wanted to see me, I, Chu Feng, would go."
"But if a fellow disciple wants to see me, he can come find me here."
As Chu Feng spoke, he turned and walked toward his residence.
"Get back here right now."
"Chu Feng, let me tell you — the one who wants to see you is no ordinary disciple."
"He's Senior Song, the strongest disciple of our Northern Profound Court."
"You just joined the sect, so you probably don't know what Senior Song is like."
"I'd advise you to go quietly. If you don't, you'll have no one to blame but yourself."
At this, the two disciples flanking the bald one also spoke up.
Chu Feng had joined sects many times before. He understood this kind of situation all too well.
It was simple — the strongest disciple of the Northern Profound Court had heard that a formidable newcomer had arrived and wanted to put him in his place right from the start.
In Chu Feng's view, a senior disciple should look after his juniors, not make things difficult for them.
As for what kind of person this so-called Senior Song was, Chu Feng had already formed a judgment in his mind — this person was destined to have an unpleasant encounter with him.
Given that, there was no reason for Chu Feng to give him any face.
But just as he was about to refuse, Yu Sha's voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"Chu Feng, you should go see him."
"It's just a trip. If they really are looking to cause you trouble, at least the fault won't lie with you."
"This is Miss Egg's idea — she asked me to persuade you."
() Yu Sha not only urged Chu Feng but also invoked Egg's name.
And her method actually worked. If it had been only Yu Sha's persuasion, Chu Feng might not have listened. But the moment he thought of Egg, something in his heart softened, and he relented.
"Lead the way."
Chu Feng said.
"Tch…"
"Here we thought you had some backbone, but in the end you're no different."
"Well, that's only natural. There's no way he doesn't know Senior Song's reputation."
"That tough-guy act earlier was just for show."
Seeing Chu Feng give in, the three male disciples not only grew smug but even went so far as to mock him.
This, however, made Chu Feng's gaze turn cold once more.
"You really don't know when to quit, do you."
And then a voice dripping with insult came from behind them.
They turned to look. Chu Feng stood where he was — he had not followed them at all, and he was staring at the three of them with an unmistakably hostile expression.
And that last remark had clearly come from his mouth.
"That last line — did you say that?"
The bald man asked.