Sikong Changfeng was destined to reach the Great Emperor Realm as the future of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
Such a trivial matter of his could never possibly affect the other party.
Thus, Xu Lang could only return for the time being.
With the people around him constantly comforting him as well, gradually...
He himself relaxed first, thinking to himself, How could Qin possibly blame me?
We were sworn brothers, after all.
The people beside him also chimed in, "Of course. Young Master can rest assured. The Qin Family Divine Son possesses such lofty spirit and broad-mindedness. Besides, Young Master, you did this for his own good."
As one voice after another fell, Xu Lang was quickly persuaded as well, nodding to himself again and again.
But in the very next moment, bone-piercing cold swept over him.
His entire body shuddered involuntarily.
"Qin, you're here?"
"If I didn't come, how could I live up to such kind intentions from Brother Xu?
Xu Lang, don't you agree?"
Qin Jiuge smiled faintly.
Like a ghost, he appeared here, frightening the Xu Lang before him half to death.
Xu Lang gave an awkward laugh, using it to show that he absolutely bore no malicious intentions toward Qin Jiuge. What had happened between them was purely a misunderstanding—a misunderstanding as vast as the heavens.
"Brother Xu, you must be joking again. How could I blame you?
The bond between us is stronger than gold."
A faint smile rested on Qin Jiuge's face, and he looked incomparably sincere.
"You've really forgiven me?"
Under Qin Jiuge's repeated assurances, Xu Lang seemed to genuinely believe him a tiny bit. He visibly breathed a sigh of relief, even leisurely patting his chest as he burst into laughter. "So Qin's heart is this broad. Before this, I was the only