After this thought surfaced in Qin Shaofeng's mind, his view of them changed once more.
Ten Million Great Mountains had spared no effort to bring him here with great fanfare.
They had even made a special trip to Qimeng Gusu for it; that alone showed how highly Ten Million Great Mountains regarded him.
During his earlier recovery, an elderly man had even been assigned specifically to assist him.
All of this proved that the people who wanted to kill him were not from Ten Million Great Mountains.
That left only one possibility...
Not right, two possibilities.
One was that his arrival had affected the interests of certain people—or perhaps certain beings—driving them to do such a thing.
The other reason was even more frightening.
He did not know much about Ten Million Great Mountains, but from the behavior of Ten Million Venerables and the others back then, he could tell that even if Ten Million Great Mountains was not among the very top forces, it was surely close.
Coupled with what little he knew about Ten Million Great Mountains.
If a force like this had no spies planted by other factions, he simply could not believe it.
Ten Million Great Mountains had welcomed him in with such fanfare, which might very well have stirred those people's killing intent.
Thinking it through, it was by no means impossible that the middle-aged woman in the purple dress and that young man from before wanted him dead.
Whether reality was truly as he imagined or not, Qin Shaofeng had nothing to worry about.
He merely lacked full control over his body right now, which was why he appeared so frail.
Yet this appearance would only make others underestimate him. If anything truly happened, he might not be without a way to resolve it.