"What are you laughing about?" Long Muchuan asked.
"Nothing." Chu Feng had wanted to say that he really was Qin Jiu's successor.
But Long Muchuan would definitely ask what proof he had.
Since he wouldn't be believed anyway, Chu Feng felt there was no point.
"In any case, within a hundred years at most, we can optimize an even better teleportation array, and it will be twice as effective."
"If we can't restore this place after a hundred years, using the teleportation array to leave wouldn't be out of the question," Long Mucheng said.
"Mucheng, although there is risk, I've observed it, and the risk factor isn't actually very high."
"This is just one of Qin Jiu's territories—most likely something he casually set up for resting, nothing more."
"I have the confidence and assurance that the teleportation array can carry us out."
"You also know that we were brought here against our will, with limited resources on us. The resources we've barely managed to gather can only power the array once."
"Everything is ready now—absolutely do not waste this opportunity, or else delay will bring trouble."
"If we miss this chance, we'll truly be trapped in this wretched place for tens of thousands of years," Long Muchuan urged Long Mucheng earnestly.
"Lord Muchuan, I believe in your abilities, but for the safety of all our clansmen, I still want to try Chu Feng's method first," Long Mucheng said.
"Mucheng, you…"
"Fine. In that case, let's follow clan rules."
"We'll hold a collective vote."
"Those willing to follow me, raise your hands." Long Muchuan looked toward the gathered members of the Dragon Breath Clan.
But among the tens of thousands present, only a few hundred raised their hands. The rest chose silence.
And those few hundred who raised their hands were all people who had close relationships with Long Muchuan, as well as his successors.
So this situation was clearly not what Long Muchuan had wanted to see.
"Good. Very good."
"I never imagined that our united Dragon Breath Clan would be so easily swayed by an outsider's words."
"So what if he has the Heavenly Eye? Could his observations really surpass mine as a True Dragon Spirit World Master?"
Long Muchuan grew even more furious, as this result made him lose considerable face.
Of course, there was also disappointment—the disappointment of being abandoned by his own clansmen.
"If that's the case, then I'll be taking my leave."
"Mucheng, by listening to this brat's words, you are jeopardizing our entire Dragon Breath Clan."
"A hundred years—it may not seem long, but it isn't short either. That's the span of an entire generation of juniors."
After saying this, Long Muchuan waved his sleeve and strode toward the teleportation array.
The few hundred who had raised their hands to follow also set out with him.
"Lord Moxiao." Chu Feng suddenly turned to Long Moxiao, then raised his hand and sketched an array formation.
"Please, Lord Moxiao, deploy this array and attach it to them. If things truly do fail, it should have some effect," Chu Feng said.
"Joke! Do I need your protection? You're nothing but a Divine Robe," Long Muchuan said, glaring at Chu Feng with immense fury.
He had already begun to hate Chu Feng, his gaze practically wishing to tear Chu Feng apart.
Because everything he had planned had been ruined by Chu Feng.
In his eyes, Chu Feng had not only destroyed his plan but had destroyed the future of the entire Dragon Breath Clan.
"Stop." Long Moxiao suddenly let out a stern shout, and at the same time, a massive surge of barrier power was released, sealing the entrance to the teleportation array.
"Young friend Chu Feng's array may look simple, but it is actually profound. It does bear a fitting resemblance to the arrays here. I believe it's useful."
With that, Long Moxiao began deploying the arrays, and in the blink of an eye, several hundred individual arrays were all successfully set up.
Such was the capability of an eighth-rank True Dragon Spirit World Master.
The reason Chu Feng hadn't deployed them himself was that he had asked Long Moxiao to do it.