Qin Fengming had always possessed a steady state of mind. Even when facing someone of formidable strength, he would not experience much emotional fluctuation. But at that moment, he was truly somewhat angry.
The cultivator who managed Zhenyuan Study had not shown himself again after leaving, as though he had simply left Qin Fengming hanging. To treat a Great Nascent Soul Cultivator this way was truly unreasonable of Zhenyuan Study.
As the Eight Immortals Table shattered, Qin Fengming's expression revealed little anger. Yet when a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, it was already clear that his fury had surged.
The several Zhenyuan Study cultivators remaining in the hall immediately changed color.
Although everyone was certain that, within the Marketplace, this cultivator would not suddenly threaten their lives no matter how enraged he became, they were still utterly terrified.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist certainly has quite a temper. It was Zhenyuan Study's fault for failing to receive you properly just now. I am Quan Peng, and on behalf of Zhenyuan Study, I apologize to you."
Just as Qin Fengming's anger became apparent, two cultivators flashed out from the inner room.
The man in front was an old man in his fifties. His face was fair and clean, without a beard, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning. The instant he appeared, a forceful aura spread in every direction.
The person following behind him was precisely the shopkeeper who had left long ago.
"This Qin merely wanted to purchase some ordinary classics. If your shop has them, you could have said so directly. Why leave this Qin hanging and ignore him completely? Is this how Zhenyuan Study treats its guests?" Qin Fengming looked at the old man who had appeared before him. The fierceness in his eyes receded, but his tone