"Silence!"
The white-robed man sternly cut her off the instant she cried out.
It was as though his voice possessed some kind of magic, forcibly stuffing the sound she had yet to make back down her throat.
"Master-Teacher, he, he, he..." The girl's voice trembled and stuttered.
"Qin Shaofeng? So it was him."
A look of utter certainty appeared on the white-robed man's face.
He nodded lightly, his gaze sweeping over Qin Shaofeng's left hand before he said softly, "Young friend, you may as well put those things away. If this old man truly wished to deal with you, then even if you could produce something ten or a hundred times stronger, you still would not survive."
This old man?
Confusion surged through Qin Shaofeng's heart.
Was this white-robed man actually acknowledging his age?
Since he had already stepped forward to face him, Qin Shaofeng immediately spread out his divine sense to envelop the man, staring at him intently.
Yet in his eyes, the man was like a vast, profound starry sky, with no end in sight.
He had never felt anything like this even from Shen Zhong.
"Allow me to introduce myself. This old man is Ximen Lingzhong, a ninth-rank Peak God of the Divine Star Position." The white-robed man spoke slowly.
That simple introduction made Qin Shaofeng's legs go weak.
Ximen Lingzhong immediately kicked the chair at his feet, sending it right beneath Qin Shaofeng's backside and sparing him the embarrassment of collapsing onto the ground.
"Senior, you... what guidance do you have for me?" Qin Shaofeng asked bitterly.
"Naturally, we must discuss what happened earlier."
Ximen Lingzhong smiled softly, making Qin Shaofeng feel as though this were merely a conversation between friends.
"How does Senior wish to discuss it?" Qin Shaofeng could not relax in the slightest.