Chu Yuan vividly recounted that scene from years ago, a look of horror still etched on his face, as if the images from that day were once again unfolding before his eyes.
Chu Feng could also tell that the incident had indeed left a profound impact on Chu Yuan, at least carving an indelible shadow deep within his heart.
Looking at Chu Yuan like this, Chu Feng fell into deep thought. He knew Chu Yuan was right; that madman couldn't be his father, otherwise he wouldn't have spouted those strange, nonsensical words.
But anyone with a shred of intelligence could piece it together: the madman had handed Chu Feng over to Chu Yuan, likely at someone's request—or perhaps under duress. And he feared the one who had coerced him, someone who could very well be Chu Feng's family.
But if that man was already terrifyingly powerful, then the person who could coerce him and make him so fearful must be an even greater expert?
"Where do I really come from? Who are my parents? Why did they entrust me to someone else?" These were the biggest questions swirling in Chu Feng's heart at that moment. The more he learned, the more he realized how extraordinary his origins were, and that something must be hidden behind them.
"Father, what happened after that? Did he say anything else to you?" Chu Feng pressed urgently.
"After that, he was gone. I didn't see how he left. If you hadn't still been in my arms, I might have doubted he ever existed. But the truth told me it all really happened."
"And I brought you back to the Chu Family. Since the goods were burned, my subordinates were dead, and I couldn't reveal the truth, I had no choice but to lie and say I found you on the road."
"But after learning what had happened, the family refused to let me adopt you, saying you were very unlucky."
"However, by now, I believe no one thinks you're unlucky, because you saved the entire Chu Family. It's just that now I've told you the truth, I don't know if that person will..." At this point, the worry on Chu Yuan's face deepened.
After all, that man's strength was too terrifying. Chu Yuan didn't even know if, as he spoke these words, that man might be listening. He felt surrounded by danger, that the man could appear at any moment. Yet, facing Chu Feng's questions, he couldn't bear not to tell the truth, couldn't bear to keep Chu Feng in the dark.
Because by now, knowing the truth, he was well aware that Chu Feng's incredible talent was innate; his background was already filled with legends.
"Father, don't worry. I think that man is mostly out of his mind. He's probably forgotten about entrusting me to you and won't come to cause you trouble."
"Moreover, even if he returns, I'm here. Since he entrusted me to you, he certainly wouldn't wish me harm."
Chu Feng couldn't help but recall the scene at the Ancient Wasteland City. He genuinely felt that the man had gone mad. And because of this, Chu Feng was all the more curious: what had he gone through? Who had driven him mad? Could it be his own parents?
At this moment, all sorts of questions swirled in Chu Feng's mind, leaving him somewhat unable to sort them out. Yet these questions drove him to want to know the truth even more.
Where did he really come from? Who were his parents? Most importantly, why had they entrusted him to someone else? What exactly happened back then? These were the answers Chu Feng wanted most.
"Heh, I hope so. But Feng'er, no matter what happens in the future, you are my pride."
"Although I know that your excellence has nothing to do with me—it's entirely inherited from your parents—in my, Chu Yuan's, heart, you are my son."
Suddenly, a look of relief washed over Chu Yuan's face, as if he had come to terms with life and death. For him, having a son like Chu Feng in this lifetime was enough.