Seated cross-legged in the empty, towering hall, Qin Fengming's heart was anything but as calm as his expression. At this moment, his emotions were unusually turbulent.
With his thoughts surging, Qin Fengming forcibly suppressed the urge to rise several times and go alone into the Hundred Skills Gate to search for Gongsun Jingyao.
Although with Qin Fengming's current abilities, he no longer needed to fear that Supreme Elder of the Hundred Skills Gate, the Hundred Skills Gate was no longer the same as it had been decades ago. Whether Gongsun Shangwen was still in charge was another matter entirely.
Qin Fengming had another concern as well: his identity was simply too difficult to explain.
Although he had learned from Situ Nian back then that Gongsun Jingyao had some affection for him, they had not met for so many years. Whether she would still recognize him was impossible to determine. If she truly turned him away at the door, Qin Fengming would lose face badly.
At this moment, Qin Fengming had already made up his mind. He would wait until the martial competition for a bride and then act according to the circumstances. If Gongsun Jingyao had entered the competition willingly, then his only option would be to pat his backside and leave.
But just as Qin Fengming forcibly suppressed the obsession in his heart, a graceful figure suddenly descended before the towering hall where he was temporarily staying.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, are you inside? An old acquaintance has come to pay you a visit. Please come out and meet me."
As a voice-transmission talisman flew inside, Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly opened. When his divine sense swept outward, his expression also changed. With a spring of his body, he was already standing before the towering hall.
"It really is Fellow Daoist