"Young Friend Qin, are you all right?"
A figure flashed, and Ke Xingxin was already beside Qin Fengming. His face showed anxious confusion as he spoke, his eyes fixed tightly on the still-dazed Qin Fengming, as though confirming something.
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Ke. I'm fine." Several breaths later, a sharp light finally flashed in Qin Fengming's eyes, and his pale face gradually returned to calm. He cast Ke Xingxin a grateful look and spoke evenly.
Seeing that Qin Fengming had no injuries anywhere on his body, Ke Xingxin's eyes still held a look of puzzlement.
"Young Friend, the fact that you managed to escape from the Golden Toad's belly truly exceeded my expectations. Do you know that once the Golden Toad reaches the late Transformation stage, the Gold-Devouring Liquid within its body becomes terrifying beyond words? Even a Integration stage cultivator who fell into it might not survive. Could it be that Wu Yin had not cultivated his innate Gold-Devouring Liquid?"
Ke Xingxin addressed Qin Fengming as Young Friend not out of arrogance, but because he and Zhuang Daoqin were friends who had shared life and death—friends who could risk their lives for each other.
That was also why, when he had seen Qin Fengming trapped in danger just now, he had unleashed his strongest attack to kill the enemy and rushed over to rescue him.
Over the several centuries he and Zhuang Daoqin had known each other, they had ventured into dangerous places together more than a dozen times. On several occasions, both of them had faced the brink of death, and only by supporting each other had they emerged safely.
Now that Zhuang Daoqin's beloved disciple had become embroiled in danger, how could Ke Xingxin not be anxious?
Qin Fengming naturally knew of the Golden