Before long, two streaks of light shot toward him from Baihe Market. Making no deliberate attempt to conceal their auras, they flew straight up to Qin Fengming.
"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Qin, you truly are a divine dragon whose head appears while its tail remains unseen. I did not see you at the Marketplace exchange gathering. Could it be that you did not attend?"
The lights faded, revealing two elderly men. One of them was Quan Peng of Zhenyuan Zhai.
As soon as he appeared, Quan Peng burst into laughter and spoke with easy familiarity.
Qin Fengming naturally paid little mind to Quan Peng's enthusiasm. The man was a merchant, after all, and adhered to the principle that harmony brought wealth. His composure had long since been tempered to extraordinary resilience, and ordinary matters would never show on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, this is Fellow Daoist Fan Gu. Fellow Daoist Fan, this is the Fellow Daoist Qin I told you about."
Before Qin Fengming could answer, Quan Peng had already introduced them.
The elderly Fan Gu wore a rigid expression, as though he possessed little vitality. An aura of the Demon Race enveloped him. Although he had used some powerful secret technique to suppress it as much as possible, it still could not escape Qin Fengming's divine sense.
This elderly man at the late Nascent Soul stage was actually a demon cultivator. Qin Fengming simply did not know what kind of spirit beast his true form was.
"A pleasure!" The elderly man looked at Qin Fengming, his face still wooden and utterly expressionless. He uttered only those two words, then said nothing more, as though each word were worth its weight in gold.
Qin Fengming did not take the man's lukewarm attitude to heart. He cupped his hands toward him