"Who exactly are you people? If you don't honestly explain yourselves, don't blame us for getting rough!" a clearly hot-tempered man shouted.
People from Sacred Sky Island?
To them, that was simply impossible.
"Ah! What kind of age is this? Why does no one believe the truth anymore?"
Qin Shaofeng shook his head helplessly.
Although there were quite a few strong individuals among the dozens of people, there were not many whose Nirvana cultivation had reached advanced levels or above.
If these people made a move, he truly did not have much to fear.
Seeing that they were ready to attack at the slightest disagreement, Qin Shaofeng shrugged and smiled. "You said you're undergoing training? Are you fighting over something, or are you trying to kill all the other competitors?"
"Of course we're fighting over..."
One person subconsciously pointed toward a strange little flag at the edge of a distant cliff.
Halfway through speaking, he remembered—why was he telling this man about it?
He hastily shut his mouth.
He had stopped speaking quickly enough, but it was clearly already too late.
That flag?
Following the direction the man pointed, Qin Shaofeng looked at the little flag.
Its pole was made from some unknown jade, while its banner was clearly woven from some special kind of silk. It seemed to have been left there for quite some time, yet it remained crystalline and translucent, as though it were still brand-new.
"So you're only fighting over this."
As Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly, Zhao Ding, who had been following behind him, had silently vanished while Qin Shaofeng was asking his question.
The moment his words fell, Zhao Ding had already pulled out the tiny flag.
The instant the faint sound caught everyone's attention.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, Zhao Ding appeared before Qin Shaofeng,