A Most Sincere Invitation

Those words sounded rather like a trap.

Yan Feng said, "That is not convenient to disclose for now."

Whether it was a powerful expert rebuilding his cultivation or the origins of one's master, both could be kept secret.

A powerful expert who rebuilt his cultivation had died once before, and thus surely had formidable enemies.

Concealing one's lineage, meanwhile, was because some masters had made far too many enemies. Traveling outside could easily draw the hatred of others, so one needed to keep a low profile.

Fire Wolf Chang Tian had cultivated for many years and naturally understood this principle. He did not press the matter, merely asking Yan Feng, "Then would you be willing to join my Flame God Hall?"

Qin Heng and the others all looked at Yan Feng, curious how he would answer.

The Flame God Hall was roughly as powerful as Purple Snow Star. While it was not among Eastern Ancient's absolute first-rate powers, it was still decent shelter.

Yet Yan Feng refused without the slightest hesitation.

"Joining a sect or clan would create too many entanglements. Forgive me, but I cannot comply."

He spoke calmly.

Then he added, "If Senior truly wishes to befriend me, we can be friends."

Friends.

A Star Lord Second Order cultivator saying he wanted to be friends with an elder-level expert at the Star Lord Ninth Order.

If those words were spoken elsewhere, countless people would laugh at them.

The gap between the two was like that between an Elementary Martial Warrior and a Martial God—perhaps even greater. They did not belong to the same era at all.

Yet Fire Wolf Chang Tian stared at Yan Feng for a while before nodding. "Very well, young friend."

Qin Heng was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Yan Feng to be so