Facing Qin Jishi's strike, Qingfeng's face was filled with helplessness.
Come on!
So many people were watching us, weren't they?
He lightly scratched his forehead.
Cough, cough!
Qingfeng could not help coughing lightly. "Young Pavilion Master, everyone is watching."
After all, he was someone of standing. Acting like this with Qin Jishi before so many factions was, more or less, beneath their dignity.
Qin Jishi acted as if he had not heard him and smashed down his spiked club.
Clang!
The sound of metal colliding echoed through the surroundings.
Crack!
Cracks actually appeared in the spiked club in Qin Jishi's hand, and it then snapped, falling to the ground...
Uh!
A head of bronze and bones of iron?
Qingfeng helplessly scratched his forehead again. "Young Pavilion Master, do you feel better now?"
Qin Jishi nodded. "A little better."
That was good!
That was good!
Still maintaining his elegance, Qingfeng smiled. "Since Young Pavilion Master feels better, look, all the major factions are waiting. Shouldn't we..."
Qin Jishi suddenly smacked Qingfeng on the forehead. "All the major factions have already arrived. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you remind me?"
"Speak!"
"Did you deliberately make me embarrass myself before all these factions?"
Qingfeng: "..."
In this blazing heat, was it about to snow?
Heavens!
Earth!
Whom had I offended? Why was I always the one getting hurt?
"Speak!"
Seeing Qingfeng remain silent, Qin Jishi smacked his forehead again.
Damn it!
Qingfeng was utterly helpless.
Speaking would not do... and staying silent would not do either...
Damn!
Just let me die!
Seeing Qingfeng's deeply aggrieved expression, Qin Jishi rolled his eyes at him.
"I'll deal with you afterward!"
"..."
Watching Qin Jishi's rapidly descending figure, Qingfeng raised his fist at him.
Qin Jishi appeared in the center of the plaza,