The central hall of the Ghost Phoenix Race.
The hall was ancient, backed by a towering Wutong Tree. Its doors were tightly shut, and no one dared approach without permission.
"Clan Leader." Feng Yan came to the hall's entrance.
An old man stood beside him. He was Feng Yue's grandfather, Feng Hong—the one who had sent Feng Yan to negotiate with Hua Yunfei.
"What is it?" a voice came from inside the hall.
"Wu Yun has been captured. I forced his Dao Heart to shatter, so we can control him without worry from now on," Feng Yan said.
"Well done," the Ghost Phoenix Race Clan Leader said coolly.
"Thank you for the praise, Clan Leader." Feng Yan smiled.
"Clan Leader, when will you take him to do that?" Feng Hong asked.
"This seat will emerge from seclusion soon. At the earliest, in three months; at the latest, within a year," the Ghost Phoenix Race Clan Leader replied.
"Should we report this to the Ancient Ancestor?" Feng Hong asked.
"I'll discuss it with the Ancient Ancestor," the Ghost Phoenix Race Clan Leader said.
Feng Yan and Feng Hong nodded, then left.
"You handled this well. I knew I hadn't misjudged you." Feng Hong smiled. Seeing Wu Yun brought back to the Ghost Phoenix Race made him very happy. Feng Yan had truly accomplished a great deed this time.
"It was only what I should have done," Feng Yan said modestly.
"I approve of you and Yue'er. The rest is up to you to work for." Feng Hong stroked his long beard and gave Feng Yan a knowing look. Some things were better left unspoken.
"Thank you, Great Elder." Feng Yan was delighted and hurriedly cupped his fists.
"Still calling me Great Elder?"
"Grandpa!" Feng Yan cried happily.
"Good. You have to