Qin Fengming did not raise his head, but his divine sense had already spread out. Of the five people coming down from upstairs, he actually recognized three of them—the young man and woman from the Zong Family and the young girl who was a direct descendant of the city lord, whom he had seen when he first entered the city.
The two girls were as beautiful as descended immortals, and their appearance had caused quite a stir at the time.
The two people accompanying them were male cultivators around thirty years old. Although their appearances could not compare with that of the young man, they were still imposing and heroic. Their cultivation was extraordinary as well: one was in the late Ghost Commander stage, while the other was at the peak of the Ghost Commander stage.
He had never expected to meet the three of them again in this Cold Night Sky restaurant. Qin Fengming recognized them, but they did not recognize him.
Just as Qin Fengming thought the five would leave directly and nothing would happen, the young man from the Zong Family suddenly turned around and walked straight toward him.
"Fellow Daoist, greetings. I am Zong Huazhen. May I ask your name?"
When the handsome young man suddenly arrived at his table, clasped his fists, and spoke, not only Qin Fengming but also the four people who had come with him were utterly baffled.
They knew very well that although this young cultivator from the Zong Family was polite to everyone on the surface, he had pride in his heart and rarely struck up conversations with others.
Back at Songhe Mountain, this young man from the Zong Family had looked down on a young master of the overbearing Tai'e Sect, making that young master lose face completely. When