"Senior, if you intend to deal with the Wood Spirit Clan, forgive this Qin for being unable to stand by and do nothing. If you want this Qin to treat Immortal Fairy Jun Hui, then please stand aside and watch. Do not interfere. Otherwise, we will cross blades and see whether you can defeat the few of us together with the Wood Spirit Clan."
Qin Fengming smiled faintly and cupped his hands toward Wu Rong, suddenly speaking these words. He had already learned long ago why the Aoteng Mountain Range had been searching for him. Bringing it up now naturally carried an element of coercion.
When Ancestor Jiao Wei heard Qin Fengming's words, he cast him a sidelong glance, his expression unchanged.
Wu Rong and the other two frowned slightly, a trace of gravity surfacing on all their faces.
The three were clearly somewhat worried. Naturally, they were not concerned about Qin Fengming and the others' safety. They were worried about how they could keep Qin Fengming alive if a battle broke out.
Wu Rong had not walked about the Cultivation World for hundreds of thousands of years, and naturally had not entered the Chaos Realm in recent times either.
The only reason they had formed a group and come to the Chaos Realm this time was to search for Qin Fengming. They were certain that Qin Fengming was unlikely to miss the Chaos Realm, which opened only once every hundred thousand years.
Now that they had encountered him, they naturally did not want anything to happen to him.
Wu Rong's expression tightened. His lips moved slightly as he hurriedly sent a voice transmission. His recipient was naturally Ancestor Jiao Wei.
The Aoteng cultivators were speechless, but the others did not remain idle. Someone immediately spoke:
"How laughable. You possess