"Lower Realm!?"
Feng Tian froze on the spot.
Qin Feng had signed so readily that Feng Tian had thought he'd found himself a good boss. Who could've guessed Qin Feng would suddenly tell him the finance department was in the Lower Realm? For a moment, he had no idea how to respond.
"Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao..."
Qin Feng went to Zhao Changsheng's door and pounded on it with a series of violent knocks.
"Why does this bastard keep coming after me!?"
When Zhao Changsheng heard Qin Feng knocking, he immediately had a bad feeling.
He'd planned to find a chance to sneak away while Qin Feng was cultivating, but he'd sensed an elusive aura following the Divine Wind Boat, never speeding up or falling behind. ??
If he wasn't mistaken, it belonged to Qin Feng's guardian.
Though he liked to keep his strength hidden, he had no confidence he could slip away right under the nose of an expert of that caliber. So, wanting to play it safe, he hadn't run.
"What should I do!?"
Zhao Changsheng saw the Immortal Alliance drawing closer and knew that if he didn't flee now, he wouldn't get another chance.
"Lao Zhao, open up!"
Qin Feng kept pounding on the door. "I know you're in there. Hurry up and open it! We're almost at the Immortal Alliance..."
"Am I really doomed to escape with no way out!?"
As if accepting his fate, Zhao Changsheng sighed and went to open the door.
The moment he saw Qin Feng outside, Zhao Changsheng perked up. Qin Feng's eyes were practically glowing as he sized him up, like a lecher who'd wandered into a Henan sex shop, looking to have some fun with the handsome men of the Central Plains.
"Ugh..."
Zhao Changsheng shuddered and immediately felt repulsed.