Chu Zhiyuan slowly rose into the air, his feet lifting farther and farther from the ground.
His gaze remained fixed on the bronze hall, staring at its plaque.
Lu Qingyuan vaguely wondered whether Chu Zhiyuan recognized the two characters on that plaque.
The two characters on the plaque should have been "phoenix," written in divine script—a script none of them recognized.
Could the Imperial Son-in-Law recognize those two characters? Otherwise, why had he kept staring at them?
As he looked, no power circulated through his body, yet he was lifted aloft.
He must have gained some insight.
Could two mere characters truly yield some enlightenment?
Was this the finest comprehension in all the world?
Chu Zhiyuan rose higher and higher, from looking up at the plaque, to looking level with it, to looking down upon it.
He continued ascending until he reached the phoenix statue.
The flocks of birds around him gradually drew closer, first one or two flocks circling him in flight.
Then three or four, then five or six, until at last every bird was wheeling around him.
It was as though he had become a phoenix himself, replacing the phoenix statue.
Lu Qingyuan stared, dumbstruck.
This strange phenomenon also drew the attention of the Chaofeng Sword Sect disciples nearby.
They hurried over, only to be stopped outside by Lu Qingyuan, unable to approach.
"Junior Sister Lu, this gentleman is...?"
A young man asked, looking Chu Zhiyuan over and shaking his head. "He doesn't seem to be a disciple of our sect, does he?"
Before Lu Qingyuan could speak, another young man beside her said, "He definitely isn't one of our sect's disciples... just who is he?"
They were extremely curious, yet none suspected Chu Zhiyuan of having entered by improper means.
After all, not just anyone could