Hearing those two sentences, Qin Fengming could not help feeling startled. He had never expected cultivators to be so cold toward their own kin. Let alone a mere fellow disciple—even biological brothers might be abandoned as pawns before profits that soared to the heavens.
By this point, he could not help looking stunned, and his expression gradually turned solemn.
Facing the encirclement of more than twenty late Core Formation cultivators, Qin Fengming was confident he could escape safely. But if he wanted to leave with extreme ease, that would not be a simple matter. He needed to find an opportunity.
"Fellow Daoist Qin is the young master of Manghuang Mountain. Surely you would not use a dying man as leverage. Our Baleful Intent Sect sought the young master not to harm him, but because there are some matters we need to discuss with him. As long as the young master is willing to come with us to meet the people in charge of our sect, we naturally will not make things difficult for you in the slightest."
Seeing the young cultivator's expression flicker incessantly, the old man surnamed Dai rolled his eyes. His expression changed, becoming extremely gentle, and he then spoke calmly.
Hearing the old man surnamed Dai's words, Qin Fengming did not take them to heart at all. Although he still did not fully understand why the Baleful Intent Sect had offered a reward for his capture, he knew that this matter held not the slightest benefit for him.
"Oh? If several fellow Daoists insist that this young master accompany you, it is not impossible. As long as you several fellow Daoists guarantee that the others have no objections, this young master can go with you. But if you cannot even guarantee that, why should this Qin accompany