Though Qin Shaofeng spoke boldly, no one felt that anything about it was not right.
After all, the conflict between him and Lord Cangluo had long since spread across the world.
Qin Shaofeng strode to the center of the great hall before clasping his fists toward Wujin Hun, who sat in the seat of honor. "Wujin Shaofeng of Endless Mountain pays respects to Martial Uncle."
"Our Endless Mountain does not stand on so much ceremony."
Wujin Hun still had his eyes slightly narrowed.
Yet Qin Shaofeng could clearly sense that this martial uncle's gaze had remained fixed on him the entire time.
"Shaofeng, since today's matter began with you, settle it yourself. There is no need to worry about anything. Endless Mountain will always support its disciples without condition," Wujin Hun said gently.
It was difficult to imagine that someone as domineering as him would say such words.
Qin Shaofeng nodded, then turned toward the Cangming Great Emperor.
Their eyes met.
After a long while, Qin Shaofeng finally spoke. "Right now, I truly do not know what I should call you. Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"
The entire hall was shocked.
Even Wujin Hun, who considered himself unshaken even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, had his hand resting on the armrest tremble slightly.
"This old man is Lord Cangluo."
Lord Cangluo finally spoke.
Yet Qin Shaofeng knew very clearly that he had not finished speaking.
Perhaps he had finished, but Qin Shaofeng would not acknowledge it, so naturally, he would not respond.
After another long silence, Lord Cangluo continued, "Qin Shaofeng, since you already know, this old man will no longer conceal it. This old man was indeed once a person of the Cangming Realm, and even the ancestor of Miracle Continent."
"However, the emergence of the dead spirits