"Senior, I'm afraid I'll need to leave first." Chu Feng glanced outside and spoke.
"Don't be hasty. Those are people from the Prison Sect."
"If it really was the Prison Sect operatives hiding within the Xianhai Heavenly River who captured Little Yu'er, do you think you can handle them?"
"There are already forces from the Xianhai Fish Clan outside. Leading this contingent is Xianhai Shiyue of the Xianhai Fish Clan."
"Xianhai Shiyue is an Eighth-rank True God, and also a Seventh-rank True Dragon," the President of the Martial Commerce Alliance said.
"Would she be willing to travel with me?" Chu Feng asked.
"She's a high-ranking member of the Xianhai Fish Clan. She knows about your relationship with Xianhai Shaoyu and Xianhai Yu'er. Add my recommendation on top of that, and she'll agree."
"Wait here a moment." As the President of the Martial Commerce Alliance passed by Chu Feng, he retrieved the map he had thrown to him earlier.
Before long, the massive army of the Xianhai Fish Clan outside began to stir, forming up as if preparing to depart.
And the President of the Martial Commerce Alliance returned.
"She agreed. Go on," the President said.
Chu Feng and Zi Ling prepared to leave.
But the President suddenly spoke: "Zi Ling stays."
"Senior..." Zi Ling was naturally reluctant.
"You've stayed in the Ancestral Martial Heavenly River this whole time. You probably don't know much about the Prison Sect."
"In the current vast martial cultivation world, the force that most openly terrifies the people is the Seven Realms Holy Temple."
"But the Prison Sect is also a power that no faction is willing to provoke."
"I can say this: even though the Xianhai Fish Clan is already the most powerful existence in the current vast martial cultivation world, second only to the Seven Realms Holy Temple—"
"If they were to face the Prison Sect in open warfare, they might not necessarily be a match."
"Much less now, when the Prison Sect is in the shadows while they are out in the open."
"Zi Ling, I know your cultivation isn't weak right now."
"But against an existence like this, you could end up being a burden to Chu Feng, and I doubt that's something you want."
"Staying here with me, I can guarantee your safety, and Chu Feng will be more at ease," the President said.
"Chu Feng, I'll wait for you here then."
Zi Ling understood just how dangerous this undertaking was, and she felt the President's words made perfect sense.
"Alright. I'll come find you once I've dealt with this." With those words, Chu Feng was about to leave.
"Wait." The President spoke up once more.
Whoosh— As Chu Feng turned his head, two talismans came flying toward him.
One was a teleportation talisman, for escaping.
The other was a concealment talisman, with exceptional effectiveness.
To be precise, both talismans were remarkably powerful.
"Avoid using them if you can. Those things are expensive," the President said.
He had said he wouldn't help, yet he helped anyway.
"I owe you another debt of gratitude, Senior. I will certainly repay it in the future." With that, Chu Feng shot out into the air, heading straight for the army of the Xianhai Fish Clan.
At the very front of the army stood a white-haired old woman who nonetheless radiated a commanding aura.
She wore armor, her bearing sharp and heroic.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, we finally meet."
"My name is Xianhai Shiyue. Those two children, Prince Shaoyu and Princess Yu'er, I watched them grow up."
"They've often spoken of you. You... helped them quite a bit."
Xianhai Shiyue spoke with a faint smile, introducing herself.
"Younger generation Chu Feng pays respects to Lady Shiyue." Chu Feng immediately bowed in greeting.
"There's no need for such formalities among our own. We can talk on the way." With that, Xianhai Shiyue promptly set off.