Inside the hall.
After passing the tribe's inheritance to Teng Feng through a secret art, the light faded from Feng Yuan's eyes. Exhaustion showed on his tiny face, and his Nascent Soul grew increasingly unstable.
Clearly, using the inheritance secret art while gravely wounded had taken a heavy toll on him.
Yet his gaze held nothing but satisfaction as he looked at Teng Feng.
There were reasons why, on the verge of death, he had chosen a human like Teng Feng to become chief of the Windchaser Tribe.
First, Teng Feng and Feng Lian had been cultivation partners for over three hundred years. Throughout that time, Feng Yuan had witnessed everything Teng Feng did and felt completely assured of his character.
He had no fear that Teng Feng would deliberately harm the Windchaser Tribe after his death.
Second, Teng Feng had managed the Southwind Tribe impeccably over the years, making it flourish with each passing day. His ability far surpassed that of the other Core Formation Cultivators, Feng Yun included. Only by entrusting the tribe to him could Feng Yuan depart without worry.
Moreover, Feng Yuan believed that without a new Nascent Soul Cultivator to hold the fort, the Windchaser Tribe would sooner or later be utterly destroyed.
Apart from Teng Feng, everyone else was still far from being ready to attempt Nascent Soul formation.
He had left the Windchaser Tribe's Treasury to Teng Feng precisely so that Teng Feng could use its resources to attempt the breakthrough.
If Teng Feng failed, so be it. But if he truly formed a Nascent Soul, he would owe the Windchaser Tribe an enormous debt of gratitude and be even less likely to abandon it and leave alone.
After sorting through the inheritance information in his mind, Teng Feng looked at the visibly