"Fellow Daoist Zhou, you were willing to spend a year waiting here. It seems your grudge against Fellow Daoist Qin is no small matter. May I ask what happened? What exactly is your grudge against Fellow Daoist Qin?"
Leng Qiuhong looked toward Zhou Huaijin, who had risen on a small island in the distance, and spoke with a cold, beautiful expression.
She was actually quite puzzled. Qin Fengming had entered the Sumeru Space together with them, and according to what he had said, he had only seen Zhou Huaijin once before, at the entrance to the Sumeru Space.
The fact that Zhou Huaijin had remained in the Artistic Conception Realm for a year before coming out ahead of them showed that he had not entered the Sumeru Space.
Logically speaking, Qin Fengming should not have had any further direct conflict with Zhou Huaijin.
Yet the reality was that Zhou Huaijin seemed to hold a considerable grudge against Qin Fengming. Otherwise, he would not have spent an entire year waiting here for him.
Qin Fengming naturally saw Zhou Huaijin when he emerged from the passageway, but he did not pay him much attention. Instead, he rapidly released his divine sense and swept it across the surrounding area.
He was not worried about Zhou Huaijin, but he was worried about the others.
Although three cultivators were still present at the scene, his sweep of divine sense revealed no one he needed to be wary of. This greatly reassured him.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, is it? If you have the courage, come with this Zhou and go somewhere far from here for a while. There are some matters this Zhou needs to discuss with you in private." Zhou Huaijin ignored what Leng Qiuhong had said. Instead, he looked at Qin Fengming and spoke coldly.