The looks in the eyes of his fellow "countrymen" changed. They recalled the rumors about Great Sage Zheng Guang. He really was a madman.
Even someone cut from the same cloth, such as Cao Wudao, the notorious troublemaker who had once stormed the Dao Watchtower Sacred Land alone, wore a strange expression. He felt keenly how wild and untamable the Jade Capital Demon was, challenging every Great Sage at once.
"Lao Cao, what's with that look? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Qin Ming was perfectly open about it. He said whatever was on his mind and would never bottle things up and make himself suffer.
Cao Wudao had long, fiery-red hair. His gaze was usually razor-sharp, each glance like two streaks of lightning, making him look rather fierce.
He pointed at himself. "Are you talking to me?"
Lao Cao, my ass! I'm barely over a hundred. What does 'old' have to do with me? He was in the golden years of his prime, one of the faces of the current generation of Great Sages.
Qin Ming nodded calmly. The man was already over a hundred; was he still afraid of being called old?
He also felt a little strange. In the past, "Lao Cao" had belonged exclusively to Cao Qianqiu, the dark mountain that had weighed upon his heart in his youth.
Qin Ming said, "I can lower the bar. Anyone who can solve half my problem will receive the Fundamental Scripture I cultivate."
The Great Sages erupted in astonishment. Even figures of their stature could not remain calm.
Putting themselves in his shoes, they would never reveal their primary Fundamental Scripture to others under any circumstances. Their futures depended on it.
Even those who had been indifferent were drawn in, wanting to see just how substantial