Looking at the vanished spiritual body, Jiang Miaorou's charming face suddenly turned solemn.
"Fellow Daoist Liyang, Fellow Daoist Qin mentioned several times earlier that he had a way to dissolve the Demonic Nether Mist that had already entered his body. Do you think his words can be trusted?"
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Miaorou still turned toward the delighted Liyang and asked.
As soon as she said this, Si Rong immediately restrained the expression on her face and looked intently at Liyang.
Hearing Jiang Miaorou's question, Liyang's expression froze slightly. He immediately laughed aloud. Instead of explaining, he asked in return, "Immortal Fairies, since meeting Fellow Daoist Qin, have either of you discovered a single lie in anything he said?"
At his words, the expressions on Jiang Miaorou and Si Rong's faces changed as well.
Indeed, although they had spent only two months with the young man, not once had he failed to fulfill his word.
Qin Fengming's calm and unhurried expression had left an especially deep impression on Si Rong.
From the moment she had begun fighting Qin Fengming, the young man had remained exceedingly calm and composed. No matter what powerful methods she unleashed, he had received them all without the slightest panic.
Whenever Si Rong thought of that young man's steady, composed bearing, her heart could not help but pound.
Although the young cultivator's appearance was far inferior to that of the Fengyang Clan's cultivators of the same rank, the aura he possessed—of having everything under control—was something other cultivators could hardly match.
On the surface, the young man seemed indifferent to conflict with others, but the state of mind he displayed in the face of danger was absolutely beyond what cultivators of the same rank could possess.
And as for his methods and strength, those