Qin Fengming did not answer Bing'er's words. But his resolute gaze told Bing'er without a doubt that he would not accept the protection of any external force. Relying on his own strength, he could achieve what he wished just the same.
This was a confidence that had always existed in Qin Fengming's heart.
Ever since Qin Fengming had left home as a young boy, he had independently faced the turmoil of the world alone. No matter what kind of perilous situation he encountered, he had never once given up.
Although he had experienced one extraordinary opportunity after another over the past century or so, not one of them had been unrelated to his own efforts. Whether it was when Luoxia Sect had sent him to the Ancient Battlefield, or this time, when he had entered Death Valley, a place no one dared to venture deeply into, and proceeded into the Trial Ground.
The opportunities he had encountered could not be called anything less than immense, but the dangers he had faced each time were equally self-evident. Relying on his resourcefulness and composure, he had repeatedly managed to survive by sheer luck. If he had made even the slightest misstep on any one occasion, he would already have been nothing but a skeleton by now.
Collecting his thoughts, Qin Fengming no longer replied to Bing'er. He gathered his gaze and looked toward the dark, murky clouds in the distance.
At this moment, the area where Rong Qing was remained shrouded beneath thick black clouds. A massive energy vortex continued spinning at the center of the dark clouds, while dense beams of energy poured down from above.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the lightning in the sky finally stopped descending.
Qin Fengming knew that Rong Qing