For the rest of the journey, they encountered no problem.
Neither were there any more elders from Spirit Wind Palace nor the phantom-like girl coming after him.
Feng Chen scanned the surroundings, attempting to sense the girl's presence, but found nothing.
Either she really left or she was that good at hiding her presence.
In any case, their journey ended and Misty Vale City was just ahead.
As the Feng Clan's procession approached the city gates, the atmosphere was nothing short of celebratory.
Word of their victory at the Eastern Gathering had spread like wildfire, and a sizable crowd had gathered to welcome them.
Wang Yifan stood at the forefront of the welcoming party, flanked by several officials and local cultivators.
Though his smile was broad, a flicker of nervousness crossed his face as his eyes fell upon Feng Chen.