Only once everyone was out of sight did a trace of relief appear on the White-Robed Woman's face. She thought it was probably their good fortune to have someone like him as an elder of the Human Race. Thoughtfully, she turned to look at the ruins on the summit and said:
"Suppress all news of this place. Not a single scrap of information can be allowed to leak. All right, let's go. No one is to speak of what happened here today."
Three days later, deep within Mount Hua,
Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the flowers that had already withered before him, his eyes filled with excitement, for his strength was constantly rising. That immense power made him feel as though nothing was worthy of his regard, as though he could fly into the heavens if he only wished.
The excited Chu Feng shook his head, turned to glance at Ye Xingchen sitting beneath the waterfall, and hurried over to him with a smile.
"Brother Ye, this feeling is incredible! I feel as though my entire soul has been elevated. Could this be the power of pollen? If this keeps up, will I attain the Dao and become an immortal?"
Ye Xingchen smiled calmly. Looking at the excited Chu Feng before him, he nodded, slowly walked out from beneath the waterfall, and gazed at the starry sky not far away as he said mildly:
"So what if you become a god or an immortal? In the end, they're merely names. Every civilization defines them differently. Don't think they're so far above you. You must believe in your own fists. Only your fists can tell your enemies just how formidable you are. Do you understand?"
Chu Feng nodded. Deeply understanding the meaning behind those words, he was