"Not bad, very well done, hahaha..."
Ximen Lingzhong's reaction far exceeded Qin Shaofeng's expectations.
Not only was he not the least bit angry, he instead burst into laughter. "No wonder you brat dared to fall out with this old man. But there's no need to be in such a hurry. Once I kill this old fellow, I'll guard this place in his stead. At the very least, I'll buy you a year's time. That should be enough, shouldn't it?"
"Not enough!"
Though Qin Shaofeng did not understand his intentions, he became much bolder. "There are some problems with my cultivation, and I still need that senior to clear up a few matters for me. If that senior helps me, I'll owe him an enormous favor. But if you kill him, my cultivation will definitely run into trouble."
As he spoke, he kept shooting meaningful looks at Ximen Lingzhong.
That expression clearly said: If you won't give me this much face, who am I supposed to find for help?
"A problem? What problem?"
Ximen Lingzhong frowned and reached out to press a hand against Qin Shaofeng's forehead.
A black aura abruptly seeped into Qin Shaofeng's body.
In the next instant, Qin Shaofeng's secrets surfaced one by one: battle intent, the aura of Ghost Three Slashes, the aura of Triple Strike, and even the strange Ghost Mark hidden between his brows.
"Ghost Path martial skills and battle intent, and... Triple Strike?"
Ximen Lingzhong's expression turned ugly.
After pondering for a long while, he finally shook his head. "Your problem should be Triple Strike, right? I really have no way to deal with that."
"So you agree?" Joy appeared in Qin Shaofeng's eyes.
"Agreeing is no great matter."
After thinking for a moment, Ximen Lingzhong said, "I simply find this old fellow displeasing