Seated upright on a flat stretch of mountain rock, Qin Fengming and Second Senior Brother Lü Xuan talked at length for a full hour. Qin Fengming's expression, however, remained utterly calm.
Even when the conversation touched on the deaths of the people he had once known and the destruction of Luoxia Valley by the Giant Shark Gang, Qin Fengming's state of mind did not fluctuate in the slightest.
People grew old, fell ill, and died. That was the natural order, something no human power could overturn. Cultivators pursued immortality, walking against the heavens themselves, yet most still could not escape the fate of falling and dying.
Qin Fengming had reached Peak Core Formation, and he had long since seen through such matters. The struggles of the mortal world had already drifted far from the world he now inhabited. Flowers bloomed and withered, martial sects rose and fell—through his eyes, they were no more than events that happened in the blink of an eye.
Looking at Second Senior Brother, whose eyes were filled with hope, Qin Fengming knew what he was thinking. Yet Qin Fengming could not tell him anything. At the same time, Qin Fengming understood that although the Giant Shark Gang appeared on the surface to be merely a martial-world sect, there had to be a powerful cultivation sect behind it.
Otherwise, no matter how much Luoxia Sect had declined, as long as even one of its disciples appeared, Luoxia Valley would have been difficult for another martial sect to swallow. After pondering this again and again, Qin Fengming spoke:
"Senior Brother, regarding Luoxia Valley's current plight, even if Junior Brother intervened, it would be difficult to change anything now. Besides, I have not involved myself in martial-world affairs for a long time. As for Senior Brother's proposal, forgive