Lin Feng continued speaking without caring about the other party’s reaction: "If you seek revenge, I, Lin Feng, will not dodge. But you slaughtered innocent people in Peace City, leading them to an untimely death. This, I, Lin Feng, cannot condone!"

Lin Feng summoned a Treasure Sword in his hand, a Demon Suppressing Sword of Divine Grade, emitting countless radiant beams. This was a technique called "Light and Shadow Dance," a Cultivation Technique Lin Feng learned in his early years.

The flicker of light appeared like a thread of silk, light and swift. It was as if countless rays and shadows rapidly headed towards the group of people in front of him.

Facing Lin Feng’s sudden sword move, the man was caught off guard, with no escape. Suddenly, a person flew in front of him.

He was clad in an off-white cloak, his appearance was unclear. His attire was also extremely exquisite.

This person channeled a thread of Inner Strength in his hand, facing the powerful sword move aimed at the Qingyun soldiers, and confronted it.

The collision of palm force and sword strength stirred up a surge of energy that rippled sideways.

The leftover energy from the clash tore apart several stone slabs below.

As the momentum dissipated, the newcomer spoke.

"General Lin, long time no see."

Then he turned his head, speaking to the earlier man: "Take your people and leave quickly."

The man waved his hand, reluctantly leaving.

This person’s address of Lin Feng as General was not random. Although Lin Feng had resigned from his post twenty years ago, twenty-five years ago he was indeed the newcomer’s General, and someone Lin Feng highly regarded.

When Lin Feng saw him appear before him, he had his suspicions. The man in the cloak, with his vigorous energy, exuded a heroic aura.

"Lin Feng, who is he?"

Hua Shengmi asked Lin Feng, seemingly anxious, but more so out of concern for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng replied to Hua Shengmi in his heart: "I do not know either, but it’s highly likely someone I knew before."

Lin Feng had guessed eight or nine parts from the person’s voice earlier, but without full sight, he would not jump to conclusions.

Sometimes, it is best to wait for a full confirmation before drawing a conclusion. Otherwise, impulsive decisions often cause misunderstandings.

Having suffered so much slander and being hunted by others for years, embroiled in many conflicts, these were all consequences of people jumping to conclusions without understanding the situation. Being a victim of such bad habits, Lin Feng would not develop such habits himself.

He often preferred to clarify the facts before reaching a conclusion. Just like the matter of Wu Tian betraying the Human Realm, severing Mu Feng’s arm.

Since Lin Feng only heard rumors and did not understand the truth, he would never act against Wu Tian without a resolution, not even under the guise of righteously removing a threat to the world!

Indeed, Lin Feng recognized the person before him as Wu Tian, but he was unwilling to act against this Wu Tian.

He did not want to engage in a battle of life and death with an old subordinate, a comrade who had once fought alongside him on the battlefield. He preferred for him to explain the situation.

Thus, Lin Feng simply stood there quietly.

The cloaked man lifted his head, looking calmly at Lin Feng.

The years had left no trace on the man’s face; he remained as young as two decades ago.

Yet his brows held a slight chill, a coldness that seemed indifferent to life.

"Wu Tian, so it really is you."

Lin Feng stood quietly, looking at Wu Tian who had raised his head before him. His words carried many emotions, these emotions mingled, lending a certain forlornness to Lin Feng’s voice.

Before Wu Tian could respond, Lin Feng suddenly changed the subject.

"Would you be willing to turn back, I can help you return now."

Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Wu Tian’s previously aloof expression showed traces of emotion. But after a brief pause, it turned cold again.

Wu Tian lowered his head, his lips moving slightly, calmly expressing to Lin Feng: "There’s no turning back..."

His words seemed filled with various emotions, with reluctance and much unwillingness.

Lin Feng’s earlier words felt like a spring of warmth rising in Wu Tian’s heart. But his heart, long chilled, quickly returned to its initial coldness.

Over the years he had been pursued by Human Realm Cultivators, forced to the edge of Qingling by countless Cultivators. If not for the Qingling Lord opening the doors to the Qingling Realm and allowing him refuge within, Wu Tian might have long perished at the hands of his pursuers, eliminating the chance to meet Lin Feng now.

But Lin Feng was unwilling for Wu Tian, whom he had just found with great difficulty, to leave like this. Hence, Lin Feng said to Wu Tian:

"If only you’d turn back, everything could still be salvaged."

This was the second time Lin Feng asked the person before him to turn back, but no matter what he said, there seemed to be no reaction.

Suddenly, a faint energy began to rise in the palace.

The palace walls began to echo with the sound of strange clanging, like some kind of Spell. From rows of bronze instruments came a wailing, buzzing sound.

The sound resembled countless disorderly notes intertwining together in a performance, giving one a feeling of dizziness.