"Hey, you audacious fool! How dare you stare at my lord like that!"
Suddenly, a delicate shout rang out through the hall, startling Qin Fengming, whose face was dazed and filled with astonishment.
"You... you... how did you..."
Qin Fengming's eyes flickered. His mind was clearly struggling to steady itself, and his face was full of doubt and disbelief. His words stumbled out in a painfully broken manner.
Qin Fengming was not the only one whose face showed astonishment. After his stammered words left his mouth, the female cultivator, who had seemed calm and utterly unaffected, suddenly furrowed her delicate brows. A sharp aura abruptly surged from her entire body, and her pretty face tightened, as though a fierce intent had stirred within her.
"Do you know this palace's origins?" the female cultivator demanded harshly as her expression changed.
"Could it be that your original name wasn't Mo Ranqing?" Qin Fengming quickly steadied his state of mind and blurted out the question.
The two questions rang out, yet neither answered the other. Both wore solemn expressions, and powerful auras involuntarily radiated from their bodies.
"You truly concealed your cultivation realm. Who exactly are you? Could it be that you really intend to act against this palace?" the female cultivator said viciously, though her voice remained as melodious as an oriole emerging from a secluded valley.
As her words rang out, a mass of fluctuations suddenly appeared from thin air, instantly enveloping the entire hall.
Qin Fengming looked around and saw Spirit Patterns flashing everywhere on the walls. Strands of fluorescent light suddenly appeared across them like curtains of color, while waves of deep buzzing spread into his ears.
Looking down, Qin Fengming discovered that white threads had suddenly wrapped around his feet, binding his body to the wooden chair in