After hearing this, everyone looked at Ma Xianglong and Qian Ying. Although they did not know why Qian Ying wanted to keep him behind, they all felt it was not a good deed.
However, none of them said anything. Qian Ying's intimidation was right there—who would dare say anything? Even Zhou Zixing would not interrupt. After all, the gap between him and Qian Ying was still considerable. Though he was a Xiantian Second Order master, compared to a Xiantian Third Order Martial Artist, they were simply not on the same level.
After the leaders of the other families had gone far away, Ma Xianglong saw that Qian Ying had not spoken. Instead, he was staring thoughtfully at the gentle slope. Ma Xianglong softly asked again, "Elder Qian, may I ask why you kept me behind?"
His manner was somewhat humble and uneasy. There was no helping it. When Ma Sansing had still been alive, Ma Xianglong had not needed to discuss matters face-to-face with Qian Ying. But now, he had no choice. Ever since Ma Sansing's death, he could only force himself to step forward.
Qian Ying's intimidation was simply too great. It truly put enormous pressure on him. Xiantian Third Order might be only four words, but what it represented was an existence that could become legend within the Martial Arts World.
Even the Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists from the other families felt considerable pressure when facing Qian Ying.
That was why Ma Xianglong appeared humble and uneasy. Moreover, he had no idea what Qian Ying had kept him behind to ask.
Qian Ying seemed not to have heard Ma Xianglong. He did not turn around and continued staring blankly at the gentle slope of the hill.
This left Ma Xianglong truly at a loss for words. He