The day before Chu Feng and the others were due to undertake their sixth mission, Chu Feng went to Wuyi Mountain again.
Mist filled the area, shrouded by Domains. Ordinary people could not even enter, let alone climb the mountain.
Chu Feng gazed at Wuyi Mountain, hidden behind layer upon layer of Domains, his face full of admiration.
"As expected of Domains laid down by the foremost master of Domains on Earth. They truly startle heaven and move ghosts to tears."
After admiring the masterpiece of Earth's foremost master of Domains for a while and lavishing praise on the person who had set them up, Chu Feng finally entered Wuyi Mountain, thoroughly satisfied.
Yes, the Domains here had been set up by Chu Feng himself.
"Your son has some nerve."
Inside Wuyi Mountain, Chu Zhiyuan spoke to Wang Jing.
Wang Jing shot Chu Zhiyuan a sidelong glance. "So he's not your son?"
Chu Zhiyuan choked. "Of course he's my son too."
"A crooked upper beam makes a crooked lower beam," Wang Jing snorted.
Beside them, Meng Chuan paused with his tea while sitting with Yaoyao.
He had the distinct feeling that Wang Jing's remark had included him too.
No, an illusion. Definitely an illusion.
He was perfectly upright. If Chu Feng learned even thirty percent of his ways, he would be a model to others.
A son naturally took after his father. Chu Feng had clearly inherited Chu Zhiyuan's temperament.
Sometimes, a godfather was not a father.
And sometimes, a godfather was.
Meng Chuan's standards, one might say, were flexible.
"Dad, Mom, Godfather, Sister Yaoyao, I'm here!" Chu Feng shouted before he even reached them.
His voice carried across half of Wuyi Mountain. He was far too loud.
"What did you come to Wuyi Mountain for?" Wang Jing asked, sounding