After successfully borrowing Eight Billion Divine Sources from Qian Ya, Hua Feng once again looked at Feng Zhi, who was still fighting desperately on the screen.
For some reason, ever since taking in this disciple, Hua Feng felt that his heart had softened.
If it had been in the past, he would never have set aside his pride to do something like this.
Thinking of this, Hua Feng hesitated again and again before finally dialing Chen Changsheng's communicator.
"Sir, it's me!"
"I know it's you. What is it?"
"Feng Zhi is the disciple I took in. I haven't had the chance to tell you yet."
"I've known that for a long time. So, is there anything else?"
Faced with Chen Changsheng's words, Hua Feng hesitated for a long while before softly saying, "I know this is very unfair to the others."
"But if it truly comes to a critical moment, could you spare her life, sir?"
As soon as those words fell, both sides fell silent.
A trace of shame flashed through Hua Feng's heart, while Chen Changsheng savored Hua Feng's words with great interest.
"Fine. Since you've asked, no matter what happens, I'll spare her life."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's answer, Hua Feng pursed his lips and said, "Sir, have I become a little soft-hearted?"
"You haven't become soft-hearted. You're merely pitying the you from back then."
"When you came to me seeking the Dao back then, wasn't that also equivalent to betraying your clan?"
"Feng Zhi's greed made you see your younger self. What she craves now is status and position; what you craved back then was Number One Under Heaven."
"In some ways, you were greedier and fiercer than her back then!"
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Hua Feng's lips curled up slightly. "Yes! Back then, I was greedier