Hearing what Yin Zhijiang said, Qin Fengming could not help staring blankly for a moment.
In the Yunmeng Mountain Range, the only female cultivator who had fought with him was the young mistress of Ten Thousand Spirits Valley, Si Kong Yining. Back then, the two had engaged in a bout of close-quarters combat, and neither had gained the upper hand. In the end, they had both fallen onto the square.
He had never expected that, after several decades, the young princess of Ten Thousand Spirits Valley would actually find her way to the Yin Family.
Qin Fengming was naturally a meticulous man, and he immediately thought of something. His expression darkened at once. As he looked at Yin Zhizhang, fierce light flashed incessantly in his eyes.
"Could that female cultivator have been brought here by Fellow Daoist?"
Of the people who had gone out earlier, only Yin Zhizhang had left. He had just returned, and the matter of Si Kong Yining had immediately arisen. Qin Fengming could not help suspecting him.
Although he was not afraid of Si Kong Yining, he did not want to be schemed against by his own people.
"Fellow Daoist, please do not misunderstand. This matter has absolutely nothing to do with Zhizhang. We truly do not know why that female cultivator found the Yin Family. Moreover, before entering the Yin Family, Zhizhang had no idea that you had already arrived here. Thus, there must certainly be another reason behind this matter."
Seeing the usually even-tempered Qin Fengming suddenly reveal a vicious expression, Yin Zhijiang's back went cold.
The young man before him was no ordinary person. If some misunderstanding arose between them, it would be a fatal blow to the Yin Family, which had only just begun to recover its former prosperity.
Yin Zhijiang hurriedly