Qi Long still had no idea that Wu Changfeng was looking to make trouble for him. At the moment, he was leisurely sipping tea at the headquarters of the Shengjing City Six Fan Sect.
Deliberately slighting him—even treating Wu Changfeng's words as nothing but farts—was entirely intentional on Qi Long's part.
He was Su Xin's man, and naturally knew what sort of relationship Su Xin had with those overseas barbarians.
He aspired to become Su Xin's loyal lapdog. How could he possibly fail to put on a good performance now?
The other Six Fan Sect martial artists merely paid lip service while acting otherwise, but Qi Long took it ten times further.
One of Qi Long's subordinates said worriedly, "My lord, those two are Four Great Constables after all. Aren't we going a little too far?"
Qi Long turned his head, a trace of viciousness in his eyes. "What did you say? Don't forget who your backer is. Remember this: I don't give a damn whether they're Four Great Constables or not. Within the Six Fan Sect, even the Tie Family doesn't rank above Lord Su!"
Chilled by Qi Long's gaze, the subordinate hurriedly slapped himself. "This subordinate was confused. Please forgive me, my lord!"
Only after seeing how sensible his subordinate was did Qi Long nod in satisfaction.
Qi Long's temperament remained somewhat violent and bloodthirsty. Even after cultivating Su Xin's Blood River Divine Art and eliminating the side effects of the incomplete Blood Demon Sect cultivation method within him, it was useless. That temperament had already become his nature; no matter who tried to tell him otherwise, it would be futile.
Just then, a Six Fan Sect martial artist rushed in from outside in a panic. "My lord, Wu Changfeng has come looking for you. He specifically named