Perhaps because both families possessed the True Spirit Bloodline of immortal birds, the Feng family and the Peng family had never been on good terms, and quite a few conflicts had even erupted between them in their early years.
At this moment, with rage attacking his heart, Peng Zhan dearly wished to fight Li Qing on the spot and tear apart this seemingly ordinary cultivator with his bare hands.
Yet his remaining rationality told him that doing so would be no different from digging his own grave. He absolutely could not be so rash as to engage this person in a fierce battle.
First, he had just endured the crushing pressure of a Celestial Venerable and fought an intense battle against the Feng family's direct descendant, so he had expended a great deal.
Moreover, Su Yin was still watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey not far away. If he truly dared to make a move, it would definitely become a two-against-one fight!
No matter how battle-hungry Peng Zhan was, he could not help but calm down at this point.
Of course, the most crucial point was that he could not quite gauge Li Qing. This man appeared as calm as drifting clouds and gentle as a light breeze, and since he had managed to reach the summit so far ahead of them, he definitely had something to rely on.
In the end, Peng Zhan, filled with extreme unwillingness, let out a cold snort. After casting Li Qing a deep look, he chose to descend the mountain alone.
"Humph. Until we meet again."
Li Qing raised his brow slightly, then smiled and bid Peng Zhan farewell. "If fate allows, we shall meet again, Brother Peng Zhan. Until we meet again!"
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