Zhang Aochun's departure did not bring the slightest hint of joy to Qin Fengming's face.
With a movement of his hand, his vast soul force surged from within and directly erased the aura on the two storage bracelets in his grasp. His divine sense then probed inside.
A moment later, joy finally appeared on his calm face.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, these are most of the possessions belonging to Fellow Daoist Zhang and me. I wonder if you would be interested in gambling these possessions against me in a contest?"
Without putting away the two storage bracelets, Qin Fengming turned and looked at Bai Chong, who had retreated to the side and sealed away a fiery-red spiritual object radiating scorching heat. He then spoke.
Although his voice was calm, the two hundred Integration stage cultivators in the valley could still hear the powerful confidence hidden within his words.
Qin Fengming had cultivated for so long, yet such undisguised arrogance was still exceedingly rare.
When he heard Qin Fengming speak so boldly, a vicious glint flashed through the Burly Man's eyes. But that aura vanished in a flash, disappearing at once.
"If Fellow Daoist Qin truly has such an intention, this Bai naturally won't refuse. Once the time is agreed upon, this Bai will certainly accompany you. However, today, this Bai only seeks that magic treasure. You and I need only stop after exchanging a few moves, taking turns attacking and defending. As for gambling our entire fortunes, that can wait until later. What do you think, Fellow Daoist?"
The Burly Man looked rough and uncouth, yet not a single flaw could be found in his words.
He had neither rejected Qin Fengming's proposed challenge nor agreed to anything. He had merely brushed it aside with great composure, leaving none of the