The young man paused slightly with the formation disk in his hand and did not attack. A faint smile flickered across his face.
"Other than our Qin Clan, which excels in the way of formations, what other Qin family do you think there could be in this Eastern Wasteland?" He looked at Chen Fan with undisguised amusement and shook his head.
"Since you know the Qin Clan's name, leave the Little Golden Monkey behind and depart on your own. Don't bring a great calamity upon yourself!" He toyed with the formation disk in his hand.
Chen Fan's gaze narrowed slightly before he gently shook his head. He had not expected that, upon entering the Eastern Wasteland, before even finding Bald Bird, he would first encounter members of Qin Xian'er's mother's clan.
Back in the Earth Cultivation World, Bald Bird had mentioned the Qin Clan before and had been quite wary of them. Rumor had it that their clan possessed formidable Soul Division Stage experts, to the point that major forces such as the Immortal Palace were unwilling to offend them lightly.
"For the sake of an old acquaintance, leave," Chen Fan said, shaking his head. These people could be considered Qin Xian'er's relatives, so he could only spare them this once.
Yet the young man was stunned when he heard this. He had thought Chen Fan would fear the Qin Clan, but after learning of it, Chen Fan instead acted as though he were the one sparing them. He could barely process it.
The woman beside him was also taken aback. Clearly, she had not expected Chen Fan to speak this way. In their eyes, either Chen Fan possessed an immensely powerful backing, or he was putting on a show.
"May I ask how to address you, Fellow Daoist, and