After saying those words, Qin Shaofeng turned and left.
The sight left Wang Tianlong stunned.
"Wait!"
Wang Tianlong hurriedly called after him, his voice brimming with hesitation. "You... really are... him?"
"Hahaha..."
Qin Shaofeng could not help bursting into laughter.
He understood Wang Tianlong's disbelief, but he truly could not hold back his amusement. "Right now, I am simply myself. My name is Li Taibai—the Poetic Sword Immortal, Li Taibai. Hahaha..."
Amid his booming laughter, he shot into the sky.
Zuo Long still followed behind him.
Over the course of today's journey, Zuo Long had heard far too many things he should not have heard.
Yet he had not made even the slightest promise to Qin Shaofeng. In fact, his actions had already made it clear that he had heard nothing and knew nothing.
Had anyone else acted this way, Qin Shaofeng might have harbored some suspicions.
But this was Zuo Long.
So Qin Shaofeng simply chose to accept it without comment.
Not to mention that he was never afraid of having his identity known by the Three Continents.
More importantly, Zuo Long had always been someone who disliked speaking. Whenever he did open his mouth, not a single sentence came out normal, to the point that he did not have a single friend even over in the Three Continents.
Though he had made no promise whatsoever, that expression had already proven everything.
The matters of the Ghost Corpse Race and Hunter Nation had all been resolved.
Even the nations occupied by the Three Continents had been thoroughly settled after today's battle.
Thus, Qin Shaofeng no longer seemed so eager to return.
Whenever they passed through green mountains and clear waters, he would even take the initiative to wander around them, as though he were taking in the scenery of