The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Ji Ziling hurriedly checked her book, “It turns out that the stone platform on top of Misty Peak housed a Formation capable of teleporting to any nearby area. No wonder the Sect Master wasn’t in a hurry.”

“Sect Master Ye, did you teleport here?”

The distant summit of that high-rise building resounded with voices full of surprise, drawing everyone’s attention.

Ye Feng looked over, and indeed, the speaker was none other than Third Prince Ling Luotian.

The grey-robed elder stood by, nodding towards Ye Feng in greeting.

“Indeed, we used Misty Sect’s small Teleportation Array to come directly here, and yet, we ended up slightly off course.”

Third Prince Ling Luotian fixed his gaze on Ye Feng, his eyes brimming with astonishment.

A small Teleportation Array?

There was actually such a treasure within Misty Sect?

He was extremely shocked.

As a prodigy who had once traveled to a Four Star Level dynasty, it was natural for the Third Prince to have seen a Teleportation Array before.

In Mystique Kingdom, Teleportation Arrays were basically extinct.

However, in those well-established Four Star Level forces, many sects and cities possessed Teleportation Arrays, which were difficult to obtain and costly to build.

In the Third Prince’s view, the entire Mystique Kingdom lacked such formations, yet, to his astonishment, Ye Feng had actually teleported directly here—it was truly baffling.

“Sect Master Ye must be from outside Mystique Kingdom, and his backing might well be a Four Star Level power.”

“Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so wealthy.”

The Third Prince began to speculate wildly.

Ye Feng looked towards the high-rise a few miles away, “Third Prince, is that the most renowned ‘Miaoyin Tea House’ in the Royal Capital?”

“Precisely,” confirmed the Third Prince.

“I’ve heard that the owner of Miaoyin Tea House is a peerless beauty with a Cultivation Level in the Spirit Sea Realm and a mysterious background. Within the Royal Capital, few dare to run wild in the tea house,” said Ning Xiangxiang.

Her understanding of the Royal Capital was not extensive, but that didn’t mean she knew nothing.

The Third Prince had an odd expression on his face.

He knew who the owner of Miaoyin Tea House was, but he had promised not to disclose it to anyone.

So, the Third Prince deftly changed the subject, “Sect Master Ye, since you’ve arrived, please accompany me to the tea house! The other nine permanent elders have all arrived; you’re the only one we’ve been waiting for.”

“Thank you for leading the way,” responded Ye Feng.

The Third Prince walked beside Ye Feng, with the grey-robed elder always maintaining a distance of five feet from him, and the other disciples followed behind.

As they passed by, many turned to look.

“It’s the Third Prince!”

An exclamation rose from the crowd.

“And who is this tall and handsome youth walking shoulder to shoulder with the Third Prince? Could he be a prince from another kingdom?”

Some noticed Ye Feng and began to discuss among themselves.

Ye Feng could not be bothered to explain the curious glances of the crowd.

He and the Third Prince entered the tea house and made their way to the top floor under the astonishing gazes of onlookers.

The view from the top floor was splendid.

Ye Feng took his seat and surveyed the other nine permanent elders, recognizing a familiar face among them.

“Sect Master Ye, it’s been a long time,”

Commandery Prince Shu Qianjun greeted Ye Feng with a cupped fist salute.

“You are Ye Feng?”

“The Sect Master of Misty Sect?”

“The one from Southern River Basin rumored to possess a mid-tier Divine Origin Realm cultivation, an eminent great power?”

The other eight permanent elders set down their teacups one after another and turned their gaze towards Ye Feng.

“Honorable elders, I am the Sect Master of Misty Sect, Ye Feng. Please enlighten me,” Ye Feng spoke calmly from his seat.

The remaining six disciples took their seats behind him.

Ye Feng looked around and noticed that each permanent elder was accompanied by junior members, with varying levels of cultivation.

Sitting behind Commandery Prince Shu Qianjun was Commandery Princess Shu Hongyu.

She sneakily glanced over at Ye Feng and his party, not spotting familiar faces like Mo Ying or Huo Yunjie, and felt slightly disappointed.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s get straight to the point and start selecting the names for the list of outstanding talents,” announced the Third Prince from his head seat, with the grey-robed elder still standing, as if he was unaccustomed to sitting.