Qin Fengming was not surprised by Ni Wenshan's words. Jiang Zhe had already said that he had invited Ni Wenshan here to mediate the discord with His Highness Zhuo, which showed that Ni Wenshan held no ordinary position in the Heavenly Phoenix Tribe.
"Are you confident you can persuade His Highness Zhuo, fellow cultivator? This Qin has already humiliated Hu Jie in public. Calming His Highness Zhuo's anger will likely be no easy matter."
Still unhurried, Qin Fengming looked at the old man before him and went straight to the heart of the matter.
Ni Wenshan's expression froze. Qin Fengming had indeed struck the crucial point. To publicly slap His Highness Zhuo in the face on the Heavenly Phoenix Tribe's own home ground—had it happened to Ni Wenshan, he too would have erupted in thunderous fury.
Yet Ni Wenshan regained his composure in an instant. This young cultivator before him understood the gravity of the situation, yet could still sit as steadily as a fisherman on his platform, waiting for His Highness Zhuo to arrive. What did that signify? The answer needed no thought: this young cultivator had the strength to force His Highness Zhuo to bow his head.
A cultivator from another race, standing on the Heavenly Phoenix Tribe's home ground, was absolutely confident that he could make Zhuo, one of the Fengyang Clan's ten great prodigies, bow his head. No one would likely believe it if word got out.
After all, those addressed as "Your Highness" within the Fengyang Clan were bearers of a pure Fengyang bloodline whom the clan considered capable of breaking through the Mahayana bottleneck. There were only ten such people in the entire Fengyang Clan.
The Heavenly Phoenix Tribe had the most, with three Highnesses. Apart from one, the other two were both at