Having finished speaking, Chu Feng walked out.
But the Zhao Immortal Clan's people had already surrounded him, blocking off his retreat — clearly intending to stop him from leaving.
Yet when the woman swept her gaze over them, not only did they refrain from making a move, they actually dispersed and withdrew.
Chu Feng realized that had the woman not been present, the Zhao Immortal Clan members probably wouldn't have let him walk away with the resources so easily. He clasped his fists toward her.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, young master. This is what you deserve."
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhao Tingxue, and I am the daughter of the Zhao Immortal Clan's Patriarch." The moment these words left her lips, the onlookers' faces filled with astonishment — they finally understood why those typically arrogant members of the Zhao Immortal Clan had been so deferential toward her.
As it turned out, she was the Patriarch's own daughter.
Zhao Tingxue was quite pleased by the crowd's reaction. That was exactly the effect she had wanted when revealing her identity.
She then looked at Chu Feng. "May I ask what your name is, young master?"
"No name," Chu Feng replied.
"You don't have a name?" Zhao Tingxue looked surprised.
"My name is No Name," Chu Feng answered.
For now, he had no desire to reveal his identity.
True, Zhao Daobin of the Zhao Immortal Clan owed him a favor, but Chu Feng still didn't know the full picture of the Zhao Immortal Clan.
Moreover, you never truly know what lies behind someone's smile. Not only was Zhao Daobin not present at this moment — even if he had been, Chu Feng wouldn't have trusted him.
The same applied to this Zhao Tingxue before him.
"Then may I ask what the friends of Young Master No Name are called?"
Zhao Tingxue shifted her gaze to Wang Qiang, Little Fishy, and Xianhai Shaoyu.
"Wusheng," said Little Fishy.
"Wuqu," Xianhai Shaoyu added immediately after.
"Wude," said Wang Qiang.
Little Fishy and Xianhai Shaoyu both turned to stare at Wang Qiang — not because he hadn't stuttered, but because of the name he had chosen.
Chu Feng, however, merely smiled faintly. He was long since used to Wang Qiang.
"So the four of you come from the same noble house. No wonder."
"I'd like to invite you gentlemen for a conversation, if that wouldn't be too much trouble."
As Zhao Tingxue spoke, she waved her broad sleeve and a palace rose from the ground — manifested from a treasure.
"I'm afraid we have other matters to attend to, Miss Zhao." After a brief moment's thought, Chu Feng still declined.
"Young Master No Name, it would only be a brief chat — it won't take long. And if you're willing, I'm prepared to offer these as a token of invitation."
"Besides, my cultivation is on par with Zhao Cangjin's. If you wanted to leave, we wouldn't be able to stop you."
As Zhao Tingxue spoke, not only did she reveal her cultivation — Fourth Grade True God — she also produced a hundred silver stone fragments.
It was worth noting that Chu Feng had only managed to win a total of five hundred silver stone fragments from Zhao Cangjin.
But that had been through a contest, and he had needed to resort to goading tactics — otherwise he wouldn't have obtained so many resources.
Zhao Tingxue was showing considerable sincerity.
"What do you all think?" Chu Feng didn't make the decision himself, instead turning to Little Fishy and the others.
"We'll follow big brother," Little Fishy said.
"We'll follow Brother No Name," Xianhai Shaoyu echoed with a smile.
"This young lady is being so sincere, so l-let's give her some face."
Wang Qiang strode up to Zhao Tingxue, waved his broad sleeve, and swept up all one hundred silver stone fragments without hesitation.
He and Chu Feng shared everything between them — he had made the decision on Chu Feng's behalf.