When Chu Feng asked that question, he certainly wasn't fishing for praise from the five women.
But if the five women wanted to flatter him a little, to butter him up, he wouldn't refuse. He'd be delighted.
Who didn't enjoy hearing nice things and losing himself in a chorus of "handsome guy"?
What harm would a few more rounds do?
But Chu Feng's real thoughts were on Meng Chuan.
He wanted to pry something out of him.
After achieving something worthy of the history books, didn't he deserve a reward?
At the very least, Meng Chuan ought to give him the remaining six of the Nine Secrets.
And once he'd given him all nine, wouldn't it be awkward not to include the method for Nine Secrets Unity? He might as well hand that over too.
And if he was giving away the Nine Secrets and Nine Secrets Unity, divine abilities worth a fortune put together, why not bring out a few others that were just a tiny bit weaker and let me study them?
What if they helped me grasp something new by analogy?
If Meng Chuan gave him all that, he probably wouldn't have much left. He might as well pass his entire legacy down to him.
Let me inherit everything Godfather has and carry it to greater heights.
I'll keep the lost teachings of past sages alive!
It all made perfect sense, didn't it?
The more Chu Feng thought about it, the happier he grew. He promptly left the Fengshan Land, went halfway down Mount Tai, and took out his Communicator to call Meng Chuan.
The Fengshan Land had an abnormal magnetic field. There was no signal inside, so his Communicator wouldn't work there.
"Hey, Godfather, I'm ready to inherit your legacy. See when you're free and pick