Once the first person took the lead and knelt, the others followed suit. Their deafening thanks and praise made Ye Feng's heart surge.
Just then, Ye Feng suddenly felt his understanding of Origin Force shooting upward. This brief moment alone was worth several months of contemplation.
The thrill of his rapidly growing strength was so addictive that Ye Feng became completely absorbed in it.
After an unknown amount of time, a soft call roused Ye Feng:
"Lord Ye Feng... Lord Ye Feng?!"
Only then did Ye Feng come to his senses. The village chief was calling him, and he heard the chief say:
"Lord Ye Feng, you seemed a little distracted just now, so I took the liberty of disturbing you. Would you take a look?"
As he spoke, the village chief pointed ahead.
Only then did Ye Feng see that the villagers were still kneeling on the ground, looking at him.
Ye Feng immediately felt embarrassed and said to the villagers apologetically:
"I'm terribly sorry. I was thinking about where to settle you, so I got a little distracted. Sorry, sorry. Please get up! We don't do this in Konoha. You don't need to kneel before anyone in Konoha!"
With that, Ye Feng controlled Wind Style and lifted all several thousand kneeling villagers to their feet.
Little did he know that this act stunned the villagers present. Without any visible movement from Ye Feng, they had been lifted to their feet by thin air. This was nothing short of a divine feat.
His standing in their hearts immediately rose considerably, and they respected him even more.
Just then, his understanding of Origin Force, which had already begun to slow, surged several more times.
Now Ye Feng could be certain that these villagers' gratitude, or rather, their faith power, could