"Fellow Daoist Ji is underestimating this Qin too much. If I could be killed so easily, then when I faced Lie Yang earlier, I would have already thrown myself to the ground and begged for mercy."
A breeze swept past, and Qin Fengming's figure appeared in another direction. Looking down at the Integration stage cultivator surnamed Ji who had emerged below, he showed no change in expression.
"Oh? You truly have some ability. You actually managed to dodge so effortlessly despite this old man's sudden attack. It seems inviting you here was not a bad decision after all."
Turning to look at Qin Fengming in the air, the old man did not appear overly surprised.
Anyone who dared to openly confront an Integration stage cultivator and even declare that he would kill the man's own son must have some means. Otherwise, even Ji Diao himself would never have believed it.
"This junior's cultivation is shallow, but I believe I still possess a few means to protect myself. However, may I ask what Senior wishes to instruct this junior to do by inviting me here?"
Neither servile nor overbearing, Qin Fengming clasped his fists once more in the air and spoke.
Although his expression was respectful, his bearing showed not the slightest hint of obsequiousness.
Regarding the old man before him, Qin Fengming did not know what kind of demonic beast his true form was, but he already knew that he was a Rogue Cultivator from another sea region named Ji Diao, who occupied an island of his own.
Yet unlike Lie Yang, he had no such ambitions and had not widely recruited disciples or retainers. He had only a single disciple.
Qin Fengming did not know why he had fallen out with Lie Yang, but ever since Ji Diao appeared,