"When do we leave?" Chu Feng asked.
"When would you like?" the Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan replied.
"Now?" Chu Feng asked.
"That works."
"However, this journey will be somewhat dangerous. Would Miss Zi Ling like to accompany us?" The Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan looked toward Zi Ling.
Before Zi Ling could even speak, Chu Feng said, "She comes with me."
Chu Feng did not trust the Three Saints Demon Clan. Even though they had just used a powerful formation to stabilize Zi Ling's injuries, his trust remained absent.
So rather than leaving Zi Ling behind here, Chu Feng would rather have her risk the journey alongside him.
After all, with the power of the Sacred Deer at his disposal, should they truly encounter an unstoppable danger, he could simply grab Zi Ling and flee.
"But we'll need one more person for this trip."
As the Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan spoke, he formed a hand seal, and a surge of teleportation power materialized.
Once the teleportation light faded, the figure of Sansheng Xingyu appeared before them.
It was evident that the Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan held command over the grand formation within the Three Saints Demon Clan.
And thus could manipulate the formation at will.
"Father, I want to go too."
Just then, a figure shot out from the distant horizon.
It was Sansheng Qiutian.
This time, before Sansheng Qiutian appeared, Chu Feng had sensed nothing at all.
One could only conclude that Sansheng Qiutian must have been in possession of some kind of supreme treasure.
Something so powerful that within a certain range, he could hide himself completely—even Chu Feng's perception was unable to detect him.
"What are you meddling for?" The Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan furrowed his brow, clearly not wanting Sansheng Qiutian to come along.
"If Sansheng Xingyu gets to go, why can't I?"
"I'm your own biological son." Sansheng Qiutian clearly had no fear of his patriarch father.
He did not approach, instead shouting from a distance.
"Stop causing trouble. Go back." The Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan spoke in a commanding tone.
"If you don't take me, I'll tell them about how you had me relay to Chu Feng that Sansheng Xingyu wanted to take his woman as a concubine."
Sansheng Qiutian did not say this through secret transmission. He declared it right in front of Chu Feng, Zi Ling, and Sansheng Xingyu.
The moment those words left his mouth, the Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan's face turned ashen, and he nearly raised his hand to slap Sansheng Qiutian across the face: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
He then turned to Chu Feng and Zi Ling with a beaming smile: "Please don't take it to heart. I've been at fault as a father—too lenient and spoiling with him in everyday life, which has led him to disregard all rules and spout utter nonsense."
Yet Sansheng Qiutian remained completely unfazed, even righteous in his demeanor: "Are you letting me go or not? If you let me go, I'll take the blame for you. If you don't let me go, you can carry it yourself."
"Shut your mouth."
"You think you can threaten your old man with nonsense?" the Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan berated angrily.
"If you really won't let me go, then I have other things to say."
"Fine! You can go!"
The Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan roared at him, but then immediately turned to Chu Feng and Zi Ling with a warm smile: "I truly can't help it. He's my only son—who else will spoil him if not me? But it really isn't because of anything he said. That was all nonsense on his part."
At this, both Chu Feng and Zi Ling simply offered an awkward smile.
As for Sansheng Xingyu—whether she was used to it or for some other reason—her face remained utterly expressionless.
The girl was like someone with facial paralysis.
But unlike actual facial paralysis, hers happened to look beautiful.
"Thank you, Father." At this, Sansheng Qiutian dashed over and gave the Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan a deep bow.
"You brat. You're allowed to go now, so clear my name already." The Patriarch of the Three Saints Demon Clan smacked Sansheng Qiutian on the head.
But Sansheng Qiutian wasn't the least bit upset. He raised his head toward Chu Feng and Zi Ling with a wide grin: "I was just talking nonsense."
"Oh right, Chu Feng—this is your lover? She's really beautiful. We don't have girls this pretty in our clan."
As he spoke, Sansheng Qiutian even wiped the drool seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Look at that useless expression of yours."