"Ha ha ha. You actually wish to pay your respects to Senior Zhuang? Senior Zhuang handles myriad affairs every day. How could someone like you, a mere Core Formation cultivator, expect to see him just because you asked?"
The five cultivators wore expressions that showed they would accept neither reason nor persuasion. They continued blocking Qin Fengming's path, refusing to let him advance.
Qin Fengming knew that such things were commonplace in the Cultivation World. Without benefits, the other party would absolutely not convey a message for him. Thus, he smiled faintly and stopped speaking. With a turn of his hand, a storage ring appeared in his palm.
"Hehe, Fellow Cultivators, this is just a token of my regard. Please accept it. I am a disciple of Manghuang Mountain. I have come to see Senior Zhuang this time at the behest of my sect, as I have an important matter to discuss with Senior Zhuang in person. I hope you can make an exception for me."
The man in the lead took the storage ring Qin Fengming held out. After sweeping it briefly with his spiritual sense, his expression immediately lit up. He clasped his fists and said:
"Ah, so you are a fellow cultivator from Manghuang Mountain. If you had said so earlier, we naturally would not have stopped you. Proceed for fifty kilometers. There is a tall mountain peak there, where access plaques for Yangyan Gate are issued. As long as you say you are a fellow cultivator from Manghuang Mountain, I imagine no one will stop you." As the cultivator spoke, his tone had already become much more courteous.
Qin Fengming bade farewell to the five men, then his escaping light flashed as he shot toward the direction the man had indicated.
After questioning Qin Fengming and