"Haven't I already said — no bowing when you see me?"
"You like kissing up, huh? Kiss up one more time and I'll break your legs."
This explained why, even though so many young people had entered the place, barely any of them bowed to the old man.
Presumably, the old man had made this clear long ago.
Behind him, there were still those who couldn't read the room and bowed to the old man.
Without exception, they were cursed out by the old man.
Eventually, the old man probably got tired of even scolding them.
Anyone who dared to bow simply received a slap, knocked to the ground from across the hall without the old man even standing up.
Before long, tens of thousands of young people had gathered inside the grand hall.
Chu Feng could sense that the young people here were not a motley crowd.
Basically, every single one of them possessed some degree of talent.
Any one of them, if placed in the current Ancestral Martial Galaxy, would be a figure capable of sweeping aside all the geniuses there.
But then again, that was only natural.
Those who had made it to the Immortal Star Domain had already been carefully selected by the Prison Sect.
Before long, a figure wearing a Prison Commander's robe walked in.
"Cang Li, sir."
And when he spoke, Chu Feng's expression shifted — this was actually an acquaintance.
Jimo Qianzhou, a newly appointed Prison Commander-level figure of the Prison Sect, and Baili Xukong's lackey. Back when Baili Zilin had sought trouble with Chu Feng, it was this Jimo Qianzhou who had been protecting him.
Previously, when Chu Feng and Little Fishy and the others had been at the Primordial Killing Sea, Jimo Qianzhou had led a group from the Prison Sect to capture Chu Feng.
However, they had happened to run into Shen Bai of the God Clan, who had come looking for Little Fishy.
After a heated confrontation the two had fought, and Jimo Qianzhou proved no match, suffering severe injuries at Shen Bai's hands.
Those injuries had been no small matter.
Yet now, it appeared that Jimo Qianzhou had made a full recovery.
It was clear that the Prison Sect's resources truly ran deep.
Had it not been for the God Clan being destroyed by Chu Feng, once the big shots of the Prison Sect emerged from their seclusion, the God Clan likely would not have escaped unscathed either.
"What is it?"
The old man named Cang Li lay sprawled on the elevated platform, still picking his nose, not even opening his eyes to glance at Jimo Qianzhou.
"Cang Li, sir, it's about time. We can begin."
Jimo Qianzhou said.
"Begin what?" Cang Li asked.
"Uh... the selection of our sect's young generation, of course."
Jimo Qianzhou said.
"Not everyone's here yet. Selection of what?" Cang Li asked.
"Cang Li, sir, most of the young people have arrived already."
Jimo Qianzhou said.
"How is that most of them?"
"Chen Hui from the Ancient Faction hasn't come, and your New Faction's Baili Zilin hasn't come either."
"What's the deal — are they not planning to come?"
"Found out awakening the sacred artifacts is dangerous, so you went and hid all your geniuses away?"
"Damn it — your geniuses with good daddies and powerful backgrounds are human, but the ones without backgrounds aren't?"
Cang Li cursed.
"Sir, that's not it at all. Young Master Zilin is in closed-door cultivation and truly cannot make it."
Jimo Qianzhou explained.
"Get the hell out of here."
"You think you can fool me? Do I look that stupid?"
Cang Li raged.
And Jimo Qianzhou didn't dare talk back — he didn't even dare offer any further explanation.
"What a scolding — that Jimo Qianzhou deserved every word of it," Eggy said with a grin.
But then she asked Chu Feng, "Chu Feng, I remember you also knew someone named Chen Hui. Could it be the same person?"
Previously, in order to save Eggy, Chu Feng had needed a saint-level treasure and had participated in the Seven Realms Sacred Palace's entrance trial.
At that time, he had met a pale, portly fellow named Chen Hui.
"The world is vast, and there are countless people who share the same name. What are the odds it'd be the same person."
Chu Feng simply assumed Eggy was joking.
And indeed, Eggy had only been joking.
But at that very moment, several figures strode into the hall.
"Cang Li, sir! Your boy Chen Hui is here!"
The leading figure stood with both hands on his hips and bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Because he wasn't wearing a bamboo hat, the moment Chu Feng laid eyes on his face, his jaw dropped wide open.
And in his heart, he let out a thunderous shout.
"Holy crap!!!"