"Ah, Junior Disciple Brother Qin... No, Martial Uncle Qin, are you really planning to leave just like this? There are still several thousand fellow disciples from Luoxia Sect here. With your abilities, Martial Uncle Qin, you could lead them in resisting Black Fiend Mountain."
Hearing Zeng Yi's urgent words, Qin Fengming's figure also came to a halt.
Qin Fengming still felt some attachment to Luoxia Sect. Seeing the sect's current plight, he was deeply moved and felt sympathy for them. But that was all it was—sympathy.
He was not so arrogant as to believe that, with his meager abilities, he could single-handedly turn the tide and oppose a sect with a late Nascent Soul-stage Great Cultivator.
Although Qin Fengming had never thought of himself as a gentleman, it would not be entirely true to say that he felt no pain at Luoxia Sect's plight. Nevertheless, no matter what, he would never risk his own life fighting for it.
After pondering for a long while, Qin Fengming finally raised his head in silence. With an extremely solemn expression, he said, "Senior Disciple Sister Zeng, I happened to learn of the opening of the Ancient Battlefield a year before it happened. Later, I promptly informed Luoxia Sect's higher-ups, allowing the sect to prepare for it at leisure. But afterward, this Qin was treated as an expendable pawn and sent to the Ancient Battlefield.
"From that moment on, this Qin could be said to have ceased being a cultivator of Luoxia Sect. This time, I happened to have business in Great Liang Kingdom, and I also happened to encounter Senior Disciple Sister being pursued and hunted. That was why I intervened.
"Although this Qin killed a Nascent Soul cultivator, I know exactly how much strength I possess. Relying on my abilities, I absolutely