"When the sect faces peril, there should be no distinction between you and me. We are all disciples of the Ten Million Great Mountains and ought to work together with one heart, resisting foreign enemies as one. How can you still be playing these petty tricks at such a time?"
Elder Gongsun was so enraged by those words that he flung his sleeve and left. The crowd applauded in delight for quite a while.
After leaving the Ten Million Great Mountains, Qin Shaofeng traveled day and night through wind and dust, soon arriving at Qifeng Mountain in the heart of Central Province.
This place was a renowned blessed land within the cultivation world, rich in spiritual energy and possessed of excellent geomantic fortune.
It was said that countless senior cultivators had attained the Dao and ascended to immortality here in years past. Thus, incense had flourished here year-round, and visitors streamed in like clouds.
Qin Shaofeng had naturally come prepared this time.
Following Elder Matriarch Long's instructions, he headed straight for a secluded valley.
The valley lay in a remote location, with scarcely a trace of human habitation.
The instant Qin Shaofeng stepped into the valley entrance, an astonishing spiritual pressure rushed toward him, faintly carrying an air of grim slaughter.
"Who dares trespass into my Dragon Tiger Valley?"
A deep voice suddenly rang out through the valley, deafeningly loud.
Qin Shaofeng looked up and saw a middle-aged man in black armor slowly emerge, his face cold and stern, his eyes flashing like lightning.
"I am Qin Shaofeng, the final disciple of Vice Sect Master Long of the Ten Million Great Mountains. I have come to discuss a matter of utmost importance. I ask that you make an exception for me, Senior."
Qin Shaofeng clasped his hands in salute, his