Within a tavern at the base of Mount Tai.
Chu Feng's body was completely charred black as if he had suffered from burn injuries. He wasn't in a rush to dress his wounds because, with his current strength and breathing technique, there wouldn't be any residual scars.
He had already experienced it earlier on when he was still in the awakened realm. Wounds would heal rapidly and leave no scars on his body.
He was already at the foot of Mount Tai, waiting for all parties to arrive.
Marching into the Pilgrimage Grounds was a major event, and as such, no one would act recklessly. All participating parties had gone back to prepare for the endeavor.
"Will it be too risky for you to work with them? This is no different from asking a tiger for his skin." The Wudang Grandmaster frowned. He was still worried about Chu Feng.