At the entrance of the Ancient Slaughter Sea, Little Fishy stood before the dark mists of the vortex, her head hung low.
Brave as she always was, she now didn't even dare to lift her gaze. She feared the worst — feared seeing only Chu Feng's world spirit returning alone.
She had felt Chu Feng's condition. That fragile state he'd been in was no different from death, and she had no idea how to bring him back.
"Yu'er, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted over from the direction of the Ancient Slaughter Sea.
Little Fishy snapped her head up, her beautiful eyes widening.
There stood Chu Feng, perfectly safe and sound.
"Big Brother!!!"
Her eyes instantly grew moist. After a brief moment of stunned silence, she sprinted toward him at full speed.
But just as she was about to reach Chu Feng, a figure shot past her and threw itself into his arms.
"Brother Chu Feng, it's so wonderful to see that you're alright."
Xianhai Shaoyu clung tightly to Chu Feng, weeping like a newlywed bride.
"Stinky big brother."
Little Fishy walked up and punched Xianhai Shaoyu square on the head.
But Xianhai Shaoyu paid her no mind. Instead, he immediately pulled back, grabbing Chu Feng and examining him from every angle.
"Brother Chu Feng, are you really okay?" Xianhai Shaoyu asked.
"Does it look like I'm not?"
"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. If you don't believe me, check for yourselves."
Not wanting them to keep worrying, Chu Feng rolled up his sleeve and offered his wrist for examination.
The two didn't stand on ceremony and carefully checked his condition.
Only after confirming that his aura had stabilized did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"As expected of the Ancient Slaughter Sea," Xianhai Shaoyu marveled involuntarily.
"Kneel!!!"
At that very moment, a booming voice rang out through the air.
It was the voice of the Xianhai Fish Clan's patriarch.
In truth, Chu Feng had already noticed them.
Every member of the Xianhai Fish Clan stood in neat formation in the distance.
And at the patriarch's command, they all knelt in unison before Chu Feng.
Little Fishy's father, her mother, and even her grandfather — all knelt before him.
Seeing this, Chu Feng hurried forward, attempting to help the patriarch to his feet.
But due to the vast gap in their strength, he couldn't budge the man at all.
"Senior, please rise at once."
"You Yu'er and Shaoyu are my closest friends. I'm your junior here — I can't accept this."
Chu Feng urged earnestly.
"I know you are close friends with Yu'er and Shaoyu. Without you, our Xianhai Fish Clan would not have survived this calamity."
"Chu Feng, the world says that a great kindness need not be spoken of."
"But this time you saved our entire clan. This debt of gratitude must be acknowledged."
"From this day forward, the Xianhai Fish Clan and you are one family. This is the decision we have already made."
"If you have no objections, we will immediately send word throughout the vast Martial Cultivation World that the Xianhai Fish Clan stands on the same front as you, Chu Feng, from now on."
"Should anyone make an enemy of you, our Xianhai Fish Clan will never stand by and do nothing," the patriarch declared.
"Senior, please get up and speak," Chu Feng said.
But the patriarch refused to rise, as though he would stay kneeling until Chu Feng agreed.
Seeing that his persuasion was futile, Chu Feng turned to Little Fishy's grandfather.
"Senior, please get up. You're going to shorten this junior's lifespan at this rate."
Little Fishy's grandfather was a carefree sort who had met Chu Feng long before. The Tsunami Mad Blade had been a gift from him. Compared to Little Fishy's parents, he was far more familiar with Chu Feng.
So he simply rose to his feet and turned to face the vast ranks of the Xianhai Fish Clan.
"Alright, expressing gratitude is proper, but don't make things difficult for our young friend Chu Feng. Everyone, rise."