Chu Feng had no idea about the two individuals' plan to challenge him; he simply felt that the atmosphere right now was a bit strange.
The sky was filled with members of the Three Sacred Demon Clan, and their spirits seemed rather low.
Then, before long, the Sacred Elder's figure descended from above and landed in front of Chu Feng.
"Congratulations, young friend Chu Feng, on successfully entering the city," the Sacred Elder said.
"Senior, was my speed acceptable?" Chu Feng asked.
"More than acceptable—it was the fastest in all of history," the Sacred Elder replied.
"All of history?" Chu Feng was somewhat surprised.
"You surpassed your father," the Sacred Elder said.
The moment these words left his mouth, the entire crowd erupted.
Surpassing Chu Xuanyuan?
Hadn't both of them produced golden steles?
How could there be any notion of surpassing?
"Wait, Chu Xuanyuan's son's stele really is a little taller than Chu Xuanyuan's."
Before long, the onlookers noticed the difference.
At first glance, the two steles appeared to be the same height, but that was simply because both steles were so extraordinarily tall.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see that Chu Feng's golden stele was indeed taller—though only slightly, by half a meter.
But even half a meter was still a difference.
At this moment, Chu Feng spotted those golden steles.
Looking at the stele bearing his own name, standing side by side with the stele bearing his father's name, Chu Feng felt a faint sense of joy well up within him.
Though he had only met his father a handful of times, and had never once met his mother, Chu Feng did not blame them for being unable to accompany him as he grew.
Instead, he could feel the deep love his parents had for him.
The more he learned about what his parents had gone through, the deeper his feelings for them grew.
That was the bond of blood—thicker than water.
Irreplaceable. Indelible.
And precisely because of this, in Chu Feng's heart, the image of his parents was towering and unmatched.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with his father was, in itself, a source of pride and honor.
"Someone come—escort young hero Chu Feng to the honored guest quarters," the Sacred Elder's voice rang out.
Immediately, two elders bearing a resemblance to the Sacred Elder flew down and landed beside Chu Feng.
"Young hero Chu Feng, please."
But Chu Feng turned his gaze to the Sacred Elder. "Senior, what about Zi Ling?"
Zi Ling's safety remained Chu Feng's foremost concern.
"Young friend Chu Feng, Miss Zi Ling is absolutely safe. Let me go make some inquiries, and I'll get back to you with news," the Sacred Elder said.
"Alright."
Ever since Chu Feng had entered this place, he could hear everyone's conversations, and the way they addressed him was almost never by his own name—instead, they called him the son of Chu Xuanyuan.
This was enough to tell him that his father was undoubtedly a household name here.
Although a small handful of people did indeed harbor some hostility and displeasure, the majority held a respectful attitude toward his father, and some even feared him.
This made Chu Feng realize that this place was most likely not an enemy faction.
He hadn't seen Zi Ling yet, and he was certainly uneasy.
But if he were to cause a scene over it, it would be far too unseemly.
So he followed the Sacred Elder's arrangements and went with the two elders to the resting quarters.
"Sacred Elder, this son of Chu Xuanyuan is no weakling," someone remarked the moment Chu Feng left.
"Of course he isn't weak. Do you know who the strongest junior in the current martial cultivation world is?" the Sacred Elder asked.
"Who is it?" the crowd asked in unison.
The members of the Three Sacred Demon Clan were clearly quite curious about this topic as well.
A young woman was the quickest to respond, immediately asking, "Sacred Elder, you don't mean to say it's this Chu Feng, do you?"
"As expected—the little one's mind is sharp." The Sacred Elder nodded with satisfaction.
"No way, so he's the strongest junior of the current generation? No wonder."