"Martial Uncle Zeng, how these two cultivators are to be dealt with is entirely up to you."
Placing the cultivator surnamed Hou on the rock, Qin Fengming smiled faintly and spoke without the slightest concern.
"Alas, since I've been captured, this old man has nothing more to say. Fellow Daoist Zeng, take Senior Disciple Sister Zeng and leave at once. Just now, this old man already sent a message talisman to notify his master. I imagine his master will arrive here in moments."
Only after Qin Fengming's words did Martial Uncle Zeng come back to his senses. Before he could open his mouth, however, the cultivator surnamed Hou, who was lying on the ground, spoke first.
"What? You've already notified that Old Monster? Fellow Daoist Qin, we should leave at once. That Old Monster is a Nascent Soul cultivator. Once he comes, we'll have no choice but to surrender."
Upon hearing the old man surnamed Hou, Martial Uncle Zeng's expression suddenly changed, and fear immediately flickered in his eyes. He was evidently extremely wary of the cultivator surnamed Hou's master.
"Hehe, Martial Uncle Zeng, may I ask what cultivation level that Old Monster has?" Qin Fengming's expression also turned solemn, but he did not move. Instead, he asked the question.
"Although that Old Monster Huang Can is only at the Early Nascent Soul stage, his methods are extraordinarily formidable. Back then, he once exchanged several blows with a mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator and astonishingly showed hardly any signs of defeat."
Although he did not understand why the young man before him wanted to ask about that Old Monster's cultivation, Martial Uncle Zeng still answered.
"Hehe, merely an Early Nascent Soul cultivator. Martial Uncle Zeng, don't be alarmed. If he truly comes, leave him to this Qin." Upon hearing that