After hearing Kuang Feng rapidly recount the entire incident, Qin Fengming's fury had already reached its boiling point.
Ever since Bing'er gained intelligence, she had stayed by his side as his constant companion. Although her strength had always been slightly inferior, the role she had played along the way was no less important than Rong Qing and the others.
Moreover, she had entered into an immortal contract with Qin Fengming. In his heart, he had long since come to regard Bing'er as a part of himself. It would not have been an exaggeration to call her his own younger sister.
That was not entirely accurate, either. If he himself had been bullied, he might have endured it once or twice, considering the circumstances. But if Bing'er suffered a grievance, he would inevitably cast all those precepts to the winds.
As the two drew closer and closer to the Marketplace, the scene within it finally appeared in Qin Fengming's mind.
At that moment, Bing'er and the others were standing at the edge of a fairly large plaza. Rong Qing and the other three stood in front of Bing'er, shielding her behind them.
And before the five of them stood a young man who looked only a little over thirty. He had a woman in her twenties tucked beneath his left arm.
At first glance, the young man dressed in scarlet robes appeared imposing, suave, and exceedingly debonair. But upon closer inspection, a frivolous, demonic air lurked in the corners of his eyes and brows. Though the female cultivator was extraordinarily beautiful, her figure was sultry and alluring, exuding a bewitching charm.
Both of them carried a faint demonic aura. It was obvious that they were cultivators of the Demon Race. The male cultivator had already reached the late Shapeshifting stage, while