Chen Fei's eyes, which had closed involuntarily, suddenly flew open. He fixed his gaze on the man and instantly clenched the Qian Yuan Sword in his right hand.
"What a steadfast mind. You are qualified to join the Black God Cult!" Gong Shiyan's eyes lit up slightly when he saw Chen Fei break free from his daze.
"The Black God Cult?"
Chen Fei watched Gong Shiyan warily. If several people had not come to stand behind Gong Shiyan at that moment, Chen Fei might already have made his move.
If the Dragon Subduing Elephant Spirit Suppression had not passively defended him just now, Chen Fei's mind would likely have fallen into that vortex. He could not predict how it would end, but it surely would not have been anything good.
Everyone here had their Cultivation Realm sealed, yet Gong Shiyan could still use a secret technique. Nor was it just Gong Shiyan. Looking at the people before him with markings on their foreheads, Chen Fei suspected they all possessed some special secret technique.
This was practically cheating. Everyone was supposed to be ordinary people—how had these people suddenly become so special?
"Serve the Black God!"
Gong Shiyan's expression turned solemn at once. He reverently bowed toward the temple, then looked at Chen Fei. "Join the cult, and you will be granted all manner of wondrous arts!"
"I shall consider it and give you an answer later."
Chen Fei glanced at Gong Shiyan. He did not refuse outright. After cupping his hands, he headed elsewhere.
Gong Shiyan watched Chen Fei's departing back without stopping him, allowing him to leave.
When Chen Fei saw that Gong Shiyan had not led anyone after him, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Even with his swordsmanship now bordering on the divine, whether he could