"Talk. Why were you following me?"
Qin Fengming stopped atop the mountain peak, waved his hand, and hurled the cultivator he was holding to the ground. His tone was icy.
"P-Predecessor, I followed you because I wanted to confirm whether you were the Predecessor who opposed Golden Immortal Yan Rong in Hanye City."
He was a middle-aged cultivator wearing a cyan rainbow-colored battle armor. He appeared imposing and dignified, but his face was pale now, fear showing in his eyes.
In the middle-aged cultivator's view, anyone who dared offend even Golden Immortal Yan Rong was certainly a ruthless and merciless existence.
"Even this place has received news. Could it be that Yan Rong the Old Demon has put out a bounty?"
A faint glint flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes, and he reached a conclusion almost instantly.
"The Predecessor is absolutely right. Golden Immortal Yan Rong has issued a bounty. Whoever can capture you and deliver you to Qinglan Peak to hand you over to him will receive ten thousand immortal Spirit Stones and suitable pills. That is already an extremely generous bounty." The middle-aged cultivator bowed, still terrified inside, but his words had steadied.
"You identified me clearly, then notified the great expert of your sect to come, didn't you? How long before the person you notified arrives here?" Qin Fengming smiled faintly. His expression was calm, and his smile was exceptionally amiable.
At the sight of Qin Fengming's smile, the middle-aged cultivator's heart sank. The young man's smile suddenly made a chill rise within him, as though his head would roll to the ground at any moment.
"Reporting to you, Predecessor, I haven't informed my sect yet." The middle-aged cultivator's back turned icy cold, and his heart pounded.
"What sort of place is Qinglan Peak, and in which direction