The two Golden Immortals clearly had not expected Qin Fengming to go along with what they had said. They looked at the other cultivators nearby, but everyone kept their mouths shut, then swiftly departed.
It was obviously a lie. Just think—what Immortal Realm cultivator would dare stop two Golden Immortals to ask for directions?
But seeing Qin Fengming's calm, relaxed bearing, that Immortal Realm cultivator had nothing to say either. He nodded, piloted his flying boat, and left. The flying boat's speed was so great that even Qin Fengming felt tempted.
"Little fellow, you're quite sensible. We'll let you off today. You can go." Once the flying boat had vanished into the distance, one of the Golden Immortals immediately spoke.
"You two seniors should not be cultivators of Qingyang Sect. May I ask why you are here looking for cultivators to chat with?" Qin Fengming was curious. These two had surely been stopping passing cultivators often. For two Golden Immortals to so frequently do such a boring thing, it was truly difficult to figure out the reason.
"Eh, little fellow, you've got no small amount of courage. We're not afraid of you spreading it around either. We are people of Qingyang Sect, and we stop passing cultivators to scrape together gambling funds." One of them's eyes flickered, greatly intrigued. He looked at Qin Fengming and suddenly said something that left Qin Fengming even more puzzled.
Scraping together gambling funds? This was Qin Fengming's first time encountering such a thing.
"With you two seniors' status, the stakes each time must not be low. How long would it take to scrape that together—until the monkey year and horse month? If you do not mind, this Qin can make up the gambling funds for you two seniors. May I ask what item you