Qian and He wore solemn expressions. They exchanged a glance, hesitation flickering across their faces, but still shot toward the mountaintop and landed there.
"Your subordinates were useless. Please punish us, Young Master." The two bowed to the seated middle-aged man, their faces full of shame.
"Don't take it to heart. Rumor has it that this man is skilled in all sorts of schemes and tricks. It was only to be expected that you would fall into his trap through a moment's carelessness." The middle-aged cultivator waved a hand and gently consoled them.
The two felt even more ashamed. They had indeed underestimated their opponent. They had still possessed many powerful methods they had yet to use, yet they had already been captured. If they fought again, both were certain they would not be so careless.
In the distance, Qin Fengming looked at the Burly Man approaching him and gave a cold little laugh. "What? Do you want to ruin Divine Son Mo Sheng's reputation?"
The Burly Man halted, his expression shifting between light and dark.
He knew that the Divine Son he followed had always kept his word. He had indeed said earlier that he would let the other party go today. For a moment, the Burly Man did not know whether he should continue attacking.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, step back. Let Mo's speak with him a few words." As the middle-aged man's voice rang out, he had already risen to his feet. With a blur, he transformed into a phantom and swiftly arrived several dozen zhang in front of Qin Fengming.
Yet merely seeing Mo Sheng's astonishing speed caused Qin Fengming's heart to sink slightly.
He had never before seen such speed on an Immortal Realm cultivator. Qian and He had been nowhere near this fast earlier. Even