Now half a year has passed, Lin Zhong is already the Grand Master of Danjin, the leader of the Yanhuang Martial Alliance, and is on an equal footing with Chen Hanzhou, the leader of the Wuji Sect, while Cheng Feng is still just one of the many true disciples of the Wuji Sect.

The gap in identity and status between the two can be said to be as vast as the sky.

"Greetings to Your Excellency, the Alliance Leader!"

Without squinting, Cheng Feng walked straight to the desk and saluted Lin Chong, who was sitting upright, with fists clasped in his arms. His expression was respectful and his every move was impeccable.

Obviously, after a period of experience, Cheng Feng has grown a lot.

At least I have learned to hide my emotions and fear the strong, and no longer have my eyes set above my head like before.

"No need to be polite."

Lin Zhong's expression was calm: "What do you want from me?"

Faced with Lin Zhong's direct inquiry, Cheng Feng did not panic and leaned forward again to salute: "I am here to present the invitation by order of the palace master."

After saying that, Cheng Feng took two steps forward and handed a gold-gilded invitation to Lin Zhong across the desk.

Lin Zhong's eyes slowly narrowed.

He didn't expect that what Xu Weiyang said was actually true.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Lin Zhong's mind, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Uncle Gong Shi? Are you referring to Gong Yuanlong?"

Lin Zhong did not accept the invitation, but asked nonsense.

"Yes."

Cheng Feng maintained the gesture of handing out the invitation and said in a sincere tone: "Uncle Gong realized his mistake and wants to turn the hostility into friendship with you."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Lin Zhong held his chin with one hand and said with a half-smile: "A few days ago he was gnashing his teeth in hatred towards me and wanted to kill me, but now you tell me that he wants to reconcile with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an indescribable huge pressure suddenly enveloped Cheng Feng's body.

Although Cheng Feng's strength has greatly improved, and he has already reached the peak of energy transformation, facing the terrifying pressure of Lin Zhong like a mountain and a sea, he can't help but feel his heartbeat speeding up and his hair standing on end.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Cheng Feng's heart was beating violently, the hair on his back stood on end, and his adrenaline was racing.

The sixth sense in the dark frantically warned Cheng Feng, reminding him to run away immediately. However, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he could not move.

In Cheng Feng's eyes, Lin Zhong, who was sitting behind his desk, suddenly grew taller and larger.

In just the blink of an eye, Lin Zhong seemed to have turned into a giant towering over the sky. The shadow cast by him alone made it difficult for Cheng Feng to breathe and almost made him unable to breathe.

Of course, all this is just Cheng Feng's illusion.

In fact, Lin Zhong's appearance did not change at all.

"No, I have to calm down, I can't lose the face of Wuji Sect!"

Cheng Feng circulated his inner breath and tried his best to stay calm.

But even so, dense cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.

Lin Zhong put his hands on his chin and sat behind his desk, observing the changes in Cheng Feng's expression with great interest, his indifferent and deep eyes unruffled.

After more than ten seconds, Cheng Feng barely returned to normal.

He lowered his eyes, not daring to look Lin Zhong in the eye, and said bravely: "Well... I am just responsible for delivering the letter. If you, the leader, have any questions, why don't you ask Master Gong face to face?"

"Yeah?"

Lin Zhong casually adjusted his sitting posture, suddenly smiled, and put the released Qi into his body: "What you said makes sense."

Cheng Feng was immediately relieved.

For a moment, he even thought that he would be killed by Lin Zhong.

With the difference in strength between the two at this time, if Lin Zhong really wanted to kill him, it would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

"When did I become so pathetic?"

For some reason, Cheng Feng suddenly felt a little discouraged.

In the past six months, Cheng Feng has actually worked very hard.

Through hard training, he succeeded in leaving behind the brothers Xu Zhen and Xu Chun who were originally at the same level, even compared to the former Wuji Sect senior brother Ling Feiyu.

But no matter how hard Cheng Feng tried, Lin Zhong was like an unreachable mountain standing in front of him, and there was no hope of overcoming it.

Is there anything more shocking than this?

The more Cheng Feng thought about it, the more depressed he became, and even his energy and spirit became sluggish.

Lin Zhong knew nothing about Cheng Feng's psychological activities. He made a casual move and the gold-gilded invitation seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. It automatically rose into the air and fell into his hand.

Opening the invitation, several lines of text came into Lin Zhong's eyes, and each word penetrated the back of the paper:

"Your Excellency Lin Zhong, sincerely:

I have thought about it again and again recently, and I deeply feel that I acted recklessly in the past, and I regret it beyond words.

To express our apology, we will hold a banquet in Yulouyuan two days later to apologize to you in person, resolve the conflict, and build a good alliance together. I hope you will come to us."

The signature is Gong Yuanlong, the deputy sect leader of Wuji Sect.

Lin Zhong looked at this invitation with sincere words and humble attitude, with a somewhat subtle expression.

If Xu Weiyang hadn't tipped him off, he might have actually believed it.

Who would have thought that Gong Yuanlong, the great master of Danjin, would be so humble?

Lin Zhong put away the invitation, tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, closed his eyes slightly, and remained silent.

Lin Zhong actually had already made up his mind. The main reason why he did this was to avoid letting Cheng Feng see the flaw.

"Ta! Ta! Ta!..."

Subtle knocking sounds reached Cheng Feng's ears, and they seemed to hit his heart.

Cheng Feng's straight back gradually curved, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more intense.

"The content on the invitation was written by His Excellency Gong Yuanlong himself?" Lin Chong asked coldly.

"Yes."

Cheng Feng quickly and respectfully replied: "Every word above is written by Master Gong himself."

"Do you know what was written?"

Cheng Feng shook his head decisively.

"To be honest, I doubt his sincerity."

Lin Zhong crossed his arms across his chest and leaned lazily on the boss's chair: "However, for the sake of the overall situation of the martial arts world, I am willing to take risks. Go back and tell Gong Yuanlong that I accept the invitation."

When Cheng Feng heard this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

He didn't want to stay in front of Lin Zhong for a moment longer. Every extra second he stayed was torture for him.

"Please allow me to retire." He said solemnly, clasping his fists.

Lin Zhong waved his hand.

Cheng Feng hurriedly walked out of the alliance leader's office.

Rather than saying goodbye, it's better to say running away.

It wasn't until he was completely out of Lin Zhong's sight that Cheng Feng slowed down, looked back with lingering fear, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The time he spent alone with Lin Zhong didn't last long, only about ten minutes.

But in Cheng Feng's mind, it seemed like a century had passed.

To Cheng Feng, Lin Zhong, a man of his age, was more feared than the sect leader Chen Hanzhou.

Because he had suffered at the hands of Lin Zhong and saw Lin Zhong kill his senior brother Ling Feiyu with his own eyes, Lin Zhong had already unknowingly become his inner demon.

"It's just... a monster."
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