That smug smile never left Feng Chen's face. Anyone could understand what it meant, right?
Thoughts like, "Even if you're the Chiyuan Immortal, you still can't put out fires as quickly as my Time Stop," "Chiyuan, oh Chiyuan, you're finally getting your comeuppance," and "I can finally dump these two on Chiyuan" weren't because Chiyuan lacked grace. Feng Chen's face really did say all that.
As for the person in Imaginary Space, she was practically ecstatic at seeing Chiyuan suffer a setback. She only refrained from praising Feng Chen because of her pride. Besides, she didn't need to praise him, because Feng Chen was already as swollen with pride as a pufferfish. A strong gust of wind might have blown him away.
"I'll leave Xuanyuan and Shennong to you."
After waiting for Xuanyuan to fully accept the [Key of Domination], Feng Chen left those words behind and ran back to his own house. He had a feeling that if he didn't disappear from Chiyuan's sight soon, he would be the one disappearing—both physically and biologically.
Of course, Feng Chen wasn't that greedy. At the very least, he had agreed to do one thing for Chiyuan.
"I can't cultivate their fighting spirit."
What he meant was that Feng Chen should cultivate their fighting spirit. He had seen their determination to keep their tribe and homeland from being destroyed, but they had yet to show true resolve. This wasn't as simple as dying themselves. They might have to sacrifice not only their own lives, but also the important people around them—family, lovers, friends, and more.
Feng Chen was genuinely worried that without this resolve, they might make the most regretful choice of their lives in some future battle.
"You've seen my past. I'm not the kind of person suited to cultivating their