"I never thought Fellow Daoist Zhong would attack someone from my Spirit Snake Valley." A white-robed old man with an immortal bearing flashed into view and halted at the scene. He surveyed what had happened, his gaze turning cold before settling on Zhong Feiyu.
"Are you Zhang Hong? Were you the one who ordered that no other cultivators be allowed near this area?" Before Zhong Feiyu could answer, Qin Fengming spoke first.
Although the old man before him had hair that was already graying, it could not conceal the handsome features he must once have possessed.
The old man's face held a trace of anger, but he did not inspire much fear. He seemed like a benevolent elder reprimanding a junior.
Seeing such an old man before him, Qin Fengming could not help feeling favorably toward him.
Although cultivators had resilient minds and would not let what they saw on the surface affect their state of mind, the old man before him gave off an extremely comfortable feeling, as though no one could bring themselves to fight in his presence.
Qin Fengming forcefully suppressed the strange feeling in his heart before speaking those words.
"That's right. What, do you have an objection?" The old man stared intently at Qin Fengming. Sharp light flashed in his eyes, and a majestic aura slowly spread from his body.
"Indeed, I have a great objection. In this Human Realm, there are no rules capable of restraining this Qin. Today, this Qin intends to enter the mist ahead. If anyone blocks me, they had better be prepared to fall. If you don't believe me, you may well test whether this Qin's words are true."
Qin Fengming had already decided to establish his might, so naturally he had no intention of discussing friendship with the old