Although Qin Fengming had cultivated for only a little over two hundred years, his temperament had been exceptionally steady since childhood. Calling him precociously mature would not have been an exaggeration; otherwise, he could never have endured the loneliness of staying alone in the deep mountains for so long at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
After embarking on cultivation, his state of mind had improved even more greatly than that of ordinary people.
If it concerned anything else, Qin Fengming would absolutely not have changed in the slightest. Even if an Integration stage cultivator were standing before him now, he would not have felt the slightest disturbance in his state of mind.
But this matter involved Gongsun Jingyao, whom he had always kept in his heart. No matter how profound his self-control was, Qin Fengming could not help having sharp light flash violently in his eyes, while the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably.
"Let this Qin say it again. Please tell this Qin where Jingyao is now, Fairy Jiang."
Forcing down the anger in his heart, Qin Fengming's voice remained steady, but the meaning behind his words had already become unmistakably forceful.
"Hehehe, junior, are you speaking to this palace? For the sake of Fellow Daoists Lu, your death sentence is commuted, but you will not escape punishment."
Upon hearing this, the female cultivator surnamed Jiang's already cold face grew even more frosty. Laughing in extreme fury, she raised her hand, and a red palm shot out, whipping straight toward Qin Fengming's face.
"Do you really take this Qin for someone easy to bully?"
Seeing that the other party was pressing him again and again, Qin Fengming's face suddenly surged with fury. A vast pressure instantly spread outward, and as his body blurred, he charged directly toward that