Zun Tianxing's expression changed again.
When he had first seen Qin Shaofeng's cultivation, even knowing that Qin Shaofeng was acquainted with Twelve Meals, he had not believed he would be unable to keep this brat in hand.
He was merely an ant at the Half-step Eternal realm.
Even if his cultivation were tenfold or a hundredfold stronger, there was absolutely no way he could escape his control.
Who could have imagined that such an enormous change would arise in the blink of an eye?
He could not even determine the other party's identity.
How could he possibly accept that?
His brows knit tightly before he finally said, "I cannot refuse that dead fat pig his face. Since you've already come here, there is no need for us to remain hostile. But you cannot conceal the slightest thing from us about what you've discovered."
"That depends on how one sees it. After all, I was the one who noticed it. If you insist on clinging to it, I have no way to make every one of you believe me," Qin Shaofeng said gravely.
"No matter. As long as you're certain you haven't concealed anything," Zun Tianxing said.
"Fine. I can still trust King Pingdeng's word."
Qin Shaofeng nodded, put away the Formation Disk, and walked back over.
Yet he ultimately stopped two meters away from Little Xu'er.
Zun Tianxing's brows furrowed tightly, but he ultimately said nothing more.
Especially after Qin Shaofeng's remark that King Pingdeng's word could be trusted.
That made him hesitate even more.
His status and cultivation were indeed noble.
Yet before others, he was nothing more than a dissolute young master. He was also utterly unreliable in his actions, and there were certainly fewer than twenty people who truly knew that his promises could be trusted.
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