The old man's face remained expressionless. After staring at Qin Fengming for a long while, he nodded lightly and said flatly, "Since you have no sect backing you, that makes things even better. Put away this formation and come back with me."
"Go back? Where do you want me to go with you, Senior?"
Upon hearing the old man's words, Qin Fengming's expression froze, and he asked in shock.
"Of course, back to Jiannan Academy with me."
"What? Senior, you're a Supreme Elder of Jiannan Academy? But... why should I go back to Jiannan Academy with you?" The moment he heard the words "Jiannan Academy," Qin Fengming's mind boomed, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
The old man, who looked upright and righteous, was actually a Supreme Elder of Jiannan Academy. Qin Fengming had never imagined this in the slightest. A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind: Could Jiannan Academy already know about Xi Qinglun's death?
The thought spun rapidly through his mind. Several times, he tried to dismiss it, but he could not.
The old man standing before him had already told Qin Fengming beyond any doubt that he knew about Xi Qinglun's death—and had also concluded that Qin Fengming was undoubtedly the culprit.
"Heh heh, little friend, have you forgotten what happened just a few hours ago so quickly? I'll set aside for now the reason you attacked and killed Xi Qinglun, but you must come with me to Jiannan Academy. Or do you want this old man to make a move?"
The old man's expression remained calm, as though he were giving orders to a disciple of his sect. At the same time, a powerful pressure burst forth, surging toward the motionless Qin Fengming like enormous waves blotting out the sky and the sun.
Facing the