“Senior, before I leave, there’s something I must say.”
“Though you may not believe it, I feel it’s necessary to speak,” Chu Feng said.
“Oh?” The Dantai Celestial Clan Patriarch’s eyes glinted with curiosity. “Young Friend Chu Feng, please go ahead.”
“Senior, tell me the truth: is it that the Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation cannot directly eradicate the Black-Furred Phantom?” Chu Feng asked.
As soon as Chu Feng spoke, the expressions of most people present shifted.
Though the Dantai Celestial Clan Patriarch showed no outward change, his heart jolted.
He had thought he’d deceived Chu Feng, but had Chu Feng seen through everything?
At that moment, the Patriarch opened his mouth, intending to continue the deception, but before he could speak, Chu Feng continued.
“Senior, if it cannot be eradicated, I advise you not to be too harsh on it or insult it. If it breaks free from the formation one day, your Dantai Celestial Clan may face great calamity,” Chu Feng said.
“Young Friend Chu Feng, why would you think this?”
“That monster is suppressed by the Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation. You saw it just now—its power has weakened compared to before. That’s the formation’s strength.”
“If I wanted to kill it, I could do so at any time. The reason I haven’t is that I want to find out what happened to Miss Liluo.”
“Though Miss Liluo may have met with misfortune, even if she’s gone, I want to give you a clear answer, not leave you in the dark.”
A trace of anger appeared on the Patriarch’s face.
It was as if Chu Feng had truly wronged him.
“That may be my overthinking, Senior. Please don’t take offence. But I’ve always felt that the sounds the Black-Furred Phantom makes—whether the shrieks before it was captured or the growls after—aren’t wails, but laughter.”
“That laughter is dangerous. I couldn’t understand why it would make such a sound.”
“But just now, I thought of a possibility—a terrifying possibility. Perhaps it’s not the Black-Furred Phantom being suppressed by the Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation, but everything is under its control,” Chu Feng said.
“What?” At those words, the faces of the Dantai Celestial Clan elders turned ashen.
“Impossible, Young Friend Chu Feng. Your speculation is too absurd.”
“Why would the Black-Furred Phantom do this? Deliberately letting the Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation suppress and torment it, weakening its own power? What benefit does that bring?”
“It makes no sense.”
Soon, they dismissed Chu Feng’s words, refusing to believe him.
Some were even displeased, thinking Chu Feng was spouting nonsense.
“You don’t need to say it—I know it sounds absurd. That’s why I said from the start that you might not believe me, but I felt it necessary to tell you. Whether you believe it is up to you.”
“Senior, thank you for your hospitality and your gifts. I, Chu Feng, take my leave.”
After saying this, Chu Feng clasped his fists to the Patriarch and turned to leave.
Perhaps because Chu Feng had voiced something the Dantai Celestial Clan didn’t want to hear, they were somewhat displeased. Those who had planned to see him off didn’t follow.
Only Wuming Xingyun chased after him.
“Young Friend Chu Feng, you were out of line just now. If it’s just a guess, you shouldn’t have said it—especially those words. They didn’t want to hear them.”
“Not only did you question them, but you could unsettle the Dantai Celestial Clan’s morale,” Wuming Xingyun said.
“Questioning them did upset them, but since my doubts are valid, I have no reason to feel guilty.”
“As for unsettling morale, that won’t happen—they don’t believe my speculations at all,” Chu Feng said with a smile.
“Young Friend Chu Feng, why did you insist on seeing the Black-Furred Phantom again? Did you… truly discover something?” Wuming Xingyun sensed something amiss, as Chu Feng’s attitude toward the Dantai Celestial Clan had shifted after seeing the Black-Furred Phantom.
Chu Feng smiled but didn’t answer directly. Instead, he spoke via secret transmission.
“I went to confirm something, and now I have my answer,” Chu Feng said.
“What did you confirm?” Wuming Xingyun asked through secret transmission.
“Sister Liluo is indeed within the Black-Furred Phantom. My premonition and intuition were indeed sent by her. She did it to reassure me.”
“I didn’t notice before, but just now, following the premonition she sent, I was able to communicate with her briefly.”
“So, I learned some… rather terrifying things,” Chu Feng said.
“What things?” Wuming Xingyun’s eyes were filled with shock.
He had been observing the Black-Furred Phantom too, yet he’d noticed nothing.
“The Black-Furred Phantom is doing this deliberately—deliberately letting the Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation suppress it,” Chu Feng said.
“What? Why would the Black-Furred Phantom do that?”
“And why is Miss Liluo inside it? What is the Black-Furred Phantom planning?” Wuming Xingyun was brimming with questions.
“I don’t know. Perhaps due to the Black-Furred Phantom’s influence, I could only communicate briefly with Sister Liluo and learned just this much. But I’m certain that Sister Liluo is very safe,” Chu Feng said.
“So, Young Friend Chu Feng, what you told the Dantai Celestial Clan wasn’t a guess, but the truth?” Wuming Xingyun asked.
“Yes,” Chu Feng nodded.
“Then why didn’t you tell them outright?” Wuming Xingyun asked.
“Would they have believed the truth?” Chu Feng asked.
“No,” Wuming Xingyun shook his head.
Though reluctant, this was the reality—the Dantai Celestial Clan wouldn’t believe Chu Feng’s words.
“Actually, not telling them directly and instead giving them a warning was partly for my own reasons,” Chu Feng suddenly said.
“Hm?” At those words, Wuming Xingyun looked at Chu Feng, curiosity in his eyes.
Chu Feng smiled. “Perhaps it’s because they clearly didn’t want to save Sister Liluo and lied to me about their ability to kill the Black-Furred Phantom, which left me a bit displeased.”
