"Something the matter?" Chu Feng asked.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, though we meet for the first time today, I've heard Kong Ping speak of you."
"Regarding what happened before at the Nine Souls Heavenly River, I'm truly sorry—"
Before Jiang Jingyu could finish, Chu Feng cut in. "There's no need to bring up past matters."
With that, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward Xian Miaomiao.
"However, this friend of mine is from the Nine Souls Sacred Clan. If she chooses to hold you accountable, I won't stop her."
Hearing this, Jiang Jingyu and the others froze in terror.
And what Long Chengyu and Qin Xuan said next turned their faces deathly pale.
"Miss Miaomiao, did they offend your clan?"
"Would you like me to destroy them for you?"
When Long Chengyu and Qin Xuan spoke, their words were dripping with flattery.
This was enough for Jiang Jingyu and the others to realize that Xian Miaomiao's status was far from ordinary.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, I... I... this..." Jiang Jingyu looked at Chu Feng, his eyes clearly pleading for help, yet he didn't know how to ask.
"Don't panic. Chu Feng's decision is my decision. If he won't hold a grudge, neither will I," Xian Miaomiao said.
Chu Feng wasn't really surprised by Xian Miaomiao's attitude. After all, the Nine Souls Sacred Clan hadn't treated her well either.
If the Nine Souls Sacred Clan had been particularly important to Xian Miaomiao, Chu Feng wouldn't have let Jiang Yuantai and the others go back then.
"Thank you, young lady—no... Your Excellency. Thank you for Your Excellency's magnanimity."
"Thank you, Young Hero Chu Feng, for your magnanimity."
Jiang Jingyu hurried to express his gratitude, but his hands trembled as he bowed.
"Go on, then. What is it?" Chu Feng asked.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, about what happened before, I'm truly sorry. Even if you and Lady Miaomiao won't hold it against me, I still can't let it rest."
"I don't know how to make it up to you." At that, Jiang Jingyu reached into his robes.
He had a storage formation hidden inside, and when he drew his palm back out, a bamboo scroll had appeared in his hand.
It was a divination bamboo scroll.
The scroll looked quite ordinary, but two characters were carved on it — Zhaixing.
"Lord Zhaixing?"
At the sight of those two characters, Ling Xiao and Jie Baobao's eyes lit up.
The others were equally surprised.
This item belonged to Daoist Zhaixing.
Who was Daoist Zhaixing?
A disciple of the World Spirit Immortal King.
Moreover, one of only two disciples of the World Spirit Immortal King still alive today.
The other was the current Master of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace, Jie Tianran.
Daoist Zhaixing excelled in the art of prophecy. Due to irreconcilable differences with Jie Tianran, he had left the Seven Realms Sacred Palace many years ago.
His whereabouts were now difficult to trace, but with his divination bamboo scroll, it was possible to find him.
"You know Lord Zhaixing?" Ling Xiao asked.
Having carefully examined it, he could confirm the divination scroll was genuine.
"It's embarrassing to say, but though my status is humble, through fate's arrangements I came to know Lord Zhaixing."
"And Lord Zhaixing, not minding my lowly station, was willing to befriend me as an equal, and even gifted me five divination bamboo scrolls."