"Fellow Daoist Zhou, did you need something from this Qin?" Qin Fengming cupped his fists toward the young man, a puzzled expression on his face, and asked mildly.
The young man about to leave the Artistic Conception Realm was none other than Zhou Huaijin, whom Qin Fengming had met once before. Facing Zhou Huaijin, Qin Fengming felt a little uneasy.
Whenever he thought of how Zhou Huaijin had pursued Qingyu at his father's behest, while he himself had become very close to her, Qin Fengming felt a headache coming on. But he had not deliberately brought this about.
During his time with Qingyu, Qin Fengming had also sensed that she did not seem particularly interested in Zhou Huaijin.
It seemed another case of falling blossoms yearning for flowing water, while the water flowed on without a care.
"You... I'll wait for you at the exit in a year. I hope you won't disappoint me." Zhou Huaijin stared at Qin Fengming, his eyes flashing with an inscrutable meaning, then abruptly uttered these words.
Having finished speaking, he swept a glance over Leng Qiuhong and the other two women. His figure flickered, and he left through the passage.
At Zhou Huaijin's words, a thoughtful expression appeared on Qin Fengming's face. He did not know why Zhou Huaijin had suddenly taken an interest in him.
Still, he had a vague feeling that it had something to do with Qingyu.
Qingyu had said some strange things before, the meaning of which Qin Fengming had not understood. It seemed he would only get to the bottom of it when he met Zhou Huaijin in a year.
"That was Zhou Huaijin. I've heard he's one of Qingyu's suitors. Why did he seem a little angry with you? Could you have had some conflict with him before?"