Xu Yi's opening line, "White-haired meeting in Jiangnan," shook the entire gathering. Then he accused Yue Ziling of plagiarism, leaving Qin Qing, Young Master Zheng, and the others dazzled and spellbound.
Xu Yi continued, "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Ziling, this masterpiece of yours must have been told to you by Yun Zhongge."
Yue Ziling's expression changed dramatically. His mind churned like a storm-tossed sea, and he roared, "What plagiarism? You dare slander my good name? You're asking to die!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a streak of pure-white divine sense shot straight at Xu Yi.
It was about to strike him when Qin Qing gave a cold snort. Without a sound, Yue Ziling's divine sense vanished into nothing. "Brother Yue, we both belong to the Eight Great Immortal Sects. I've come to offer congratulations on behalf of the sects. I don't care who you represent, but while I'm here, I'd ask you to mind your manners."
Yue Ziling's face was as cold as frost and snow. He managed to force a smile. "Fairy Qin, you misunderstand. How could I presume to take your place? It's just that this scoundrel has gone too far!"
Though he agreed outwardly, he was filled with dread. He couldn't sense Qin Qing's divine sense at all. What did that mean? It meant her divine sense surpassed his—had reached the fifth rank, at the very least. He clearly remembered that during the competition, Qin Qing had only been at True Essence First Turn. Now that she had cultivated fifth-rank divine sense, she had plainly reached True Essence Second Turn.
Could there really be a genius like this in the world, advancing in such a short time?
Qin Qing said coldly, "If it's inconvenient for you, Brother Yue, then please leave."
Yue Ziling