As the Demon-Slaying Emperor's soul form carried Chu Feng swiftly through the distant starry sky.
Though its speed remained undiminished, the aura around it had begun to dissipate, becoming increasingly fragmented.
Although Chu Feng had already activated Qin Jiu's bamboo boat in advance, and once the soul form dissipated he could simply drive the boat to maintain his remarkable speed.
Yet when the Demon-Slaying Emperor's soul form truly and completely vanished.
A touch of melancholy welled up in Chu Feng's heart.
Even though this was merely the Demon-Slaying Emperor's soul form, devoid of any consciousness.
It still carried a remnant of the Demon-Slaying Emperor's power and aura.
With the dispersal of this soul form.
The Demon-Slaying Emperor's connection to this world was severed entirely.
Whoosh— Chu Feng swept his great sleeve, and a plump, white figure tumbled onto the bamboo boat.
It was Chen Hui.
"Brother, you... you..."
The moment Chen Hui emerged, his first reaction was a trace of panic.
Though he had been confined within the formation space, he had witnessed everything that had transpired. Naturally, he was afraid of Chu Feng after seeing what he had done.
"Go." Chu Feng said.
"You... you're letting me go?" Chen Hui was astonished.
"What use is keeping you? The Prison Sect doesn't care about your life or death at all."
"Using you as a hostage was truly a failure."
Chu Feng said.
"So you're serious about letting me go?"
"Then... then I'll really be leaving." Chen Hui said.
"Go, go."
Chu Feng waved his hand.
Hearing this, Chen Hui walked to the edge of the bamboo boat.
Though the bamboo boat traveled at tremendous speed, all he had to do was jump off and he would return to the starry sky, where he could naturally find his way back to the Prison Sect.
Yet he stood at the boat's edge, his face full of hesitation, unable to bring himself to jump.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
"Afraid of returning to the Prison Sect and being punished by them?" Chu Feng asked.
"That's not it. I'm a distinguished talent of the Ancient Faction after all — they'll certainly protect me."
"Besides, I'm the victim here. Just because I made it back alive, they'd punish me? The Prison Sect isn't that unreasonable."
Chen Hui said.
"The Prison Sect is reasonable?"
"Could a reasonable organization commit such heartless atrocities?" Chu Feng asked.
"Sigh, the New Faction's people do act excessively."
"If the Ancient Faction takes power in the future, the Prison Sect will have an entirely new face." Chen Hui said.
"Two of a kind. Get lost already and stop blocking my sight."
Chu Feng urged.
He had no patience to listen to Chen Hui defend the Prison Sect.
But Chen Hui still didn't leave. Instead, he grew even more hesitant.
"If you have something to say, say it. If you need to fart, let it out."
"The great genius of the Prison Sect, being this wishy-washy?"
Chu Feng could tell that Chen Hui staying behind meant there was something on his mind.
"Chu Feng, are we still friends?" Chen Hui asked.
"I'd barely call us ordinary friends."
"But if you ever find yourself in trouble, I won't lift a finger to help you."
Chu Feng said.
"What if I really do end up in trouble?" Chen Hui said.
"Then you can fend for yourself." Chu Feng said.
"Ugh—"
Chen Hui sighed, then asked, "Did you see Sister Yun'er again after that?"
He had heard some news from the New Faction's side — that Xiahou Jue had encountered Song Yun inside the Primordial Tomb. At the time, Song Yun had been together with Chu Feng and the others.
"Yeah, I saw her." Chu Feng said.
"Do you know where Sister Yun'er is now?" Chen Hui asked again.
"She's not in the Eight Paths Heavenly River anymore." Chu Feng said.
"So that means she entered the Ninth Path Heavenly River?" Chen Hui said.