Seeing Cao Xin shoot over, Qin Fengming smiled faintly, without the slightest displeasure. He nodded at him, then followed behind him without saying anything.
"Junior Brother Cao, who is this Fellow Daoist? Could it be that he isn't someone intending to enter the altar?"
Just as Qin Fengming followed behind Cao Xin and was about to enter the mountain gate, a middle-aged man who had come with Elder Kong suddenly flashed forward and blocked their path.
The middle-aged cultivator had a square, upright face and an imposing air about him. His cultivation was not weak either, for he had already reached the late Spirit Severing stage.
Standing before Cao Xin, he instead fixed Qin Fengming with a piercing gaze, as though he were targeting Qin Fengming alone.
Qin Fengming's expression did not change at the middle-aged cultivator's actions. He vaguely sensed that the late Spirit Severing cultivator was not targeting him, but Cao Xin.
He was merely an excuse—the middle-aged man was using him to make things difficult for Cao Xin.
Qin Fengming was deeply puzzled by this sort of infighting within a sect. He felt that placing such importance on these matters was truly not something a cultivator ought to do.
"Senior Brother Pang, Fellow Daoist Qin is Cao Xin's friend. He was merely curious about the altar this time and came to take a look. He hasn't decided whether to enter."
A flash of sinister anger flickered through Cao Xin's eyes, but he ultimately suppressed his displeasure. He cupped his fists toward the middle-aged man and spoke in an extremely courteous tone.
His words were quite tactful, as they explained Qin Fengming's identity while also giving the other party face.
If it had been anyone else, they naturally would have given Cao Xin this face and let the