"Elder Chen, this is merely a transaction between you and me. Do not forget what you promised me!"
The yellow-robed youth frowned tightly, seeming lost in thought.
"Haha, everything has long been prepared, waiting only for Master to arrive today!"
"Someone, bring it up!"
As soon as Chen Xuanfeng finished speaking, a servant in blue respectfully carried over a rosewood tray.
A square blue cloth covered it, concealing whatever lay beneath.
The yellow-robed monk raised his brows, swept his sleeve toward the tray, then clasped his hands and said,
"Elder Chen, our transaction is settled. This humble monk still has important matters to attend to, so I shall not linger. Farewell."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body swept through the air like a soaring eagle.
With a tap of his foot upon the ornamental rockery, he vanished from before the two men.
"Grandfather, we're just letting him leave like that?"
Chen Feng looked displeased. He waved the servants away, had the door shut, and turned toward the grand chair as he spoke.
Whoosh!
An icy wind suddenly surged through the room!
Chen Xuanfeng's single eye snapped open, a chilling gleam flashing through it.
The next instant, Chen Feng's vision blurred. His entire body felt as though it had been struck by an iron hammer, sending him flying backward.
He crashed viciously into a stone pillar and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Cough, cough..."
In the blink of an eye, cracks crawled across the stone pillar. Chen Feng's back was a mangled blur of blood and flesh, and he had forcibly smashed a corner off the supposedly indestructible pillar.
"Hmph! You reckless fool—do you know that even I must show that monk respect?"
"...But Grandfather is clearly a Martial Practitioner of the Fetal Breath Realm!"
"Hmph! He is