After bidding farewell to Ma Jing, Chen Feng moved into a secluded chamber specially prepared for him by Little Lizi. Given his special identity, it was only natural that he wouldn't stay with the other participants, and of course, he was housed in the best chamber with the finest view around.
"Elder Martial Uncle, is there anything else you need?"
A young Taoist addressed Chen Feng with great respect, calling him Elder Martial Uncle. He was also very curious about Chen Feng's identity. This man, who wasn't much older than himself, was already an Elder Martial Uncle, and he didn't seem like a Taoist either. However, the young Taoist dared not ask such questions.
"That's all, you can go. Wait, tell them not to disturb me unless necessary," Chen Feng said with a mix of laughter and helplessness, feeling as though he had suddenly aged many decades with such a title.
