The golden light faded, revealing an old man with yellow hair and beard, his spirit vigorous and his bearing hale. He wore a white robe and held a horsetail whisk in his hand. A trace of anger showed on his fair, clean-shaven face as his cold gaze swept across the entire mountain forest. Deep within his eyes, astonishment suddenly surfaced.
It was obvious that he was a Mahayana cultivator. Yet the old man had not expected so many cultivators to have gathered here.
"Hmph, I was wondering who it was. So it was Fellow Daoist Jinlin. Instead of staying in your Xiaohu Realm, what are you doing in the Tianhong Realm? Could it be that you have come looking for trouble with Pill Sovereign Qin?" Seeing the newcomer reveal himself, a dignified middle-aged Mahayana cultivator immediately shouted.
The Xiaohu Realm was a small realm, an affiliated realm of the Spirit Realm, bordering the Cold Plunder Realm of the Spirit Realm.
This old man was a Mahayana cultivator from the Xiaohu Realm, but his manner clearly showed that he had not come to congratulate Qin Fengming on his advancement to Mahayana. More than twenty Mahayana cultivators wore cold expressions, as if they would swarm him and slaughter him here at the first command.
"Why are you looking for my Elder Brother? If you have something to say, just tell me." Qin Fengming sat cross-legged atop the altar, while Qin Daoxi flashed out of the restrictive barrier surrounding the towering mountain.
"You are not Qin Fengming. Who are you? You are a Mahayana cultivator as well?" The old man hovered in midair, glancing at Qin Fengming seated atop the mountain before looking at Qin Daoxi, his face full of bewilderment.
"This Qin is Qin Daoxi, the second younger brother of the Qin