At Prince Changqin's doubts, Ling Qing merely smiled without answering.
He did not press the matter further, instead saying, "If so, then it is only because they lacked the skill.
"Is there anything here that still requires my help?"
Prince Changqin had stepped forward because he regarded Tian Ying as a kindred spirit, and naturally did not wish for anything to happen to her.
As for asking Ling Qing to spare them after seeing him effortlessly suppress those people—
the place where Tian Ying was undergoing her tribulation ultimately still fell within the bounds of Zhurong City.
Now that Zhurong had departed for Shennong City, Prince Changqin was the one in charge of Zhurong City.
They were, after all, subordinates under his command. He ought to protect them when he could.
But since they had not even waited for his arrival, then they simply lacked the skill.
If they lacked the skill yet still came looking for trouble, they had no one to blame but themselves.
"With the Great Shaman gone, there must be many matters in Zhurong City requiring attention. There is no need to trouble you, Prince.
"I alone am enough here." Ling Qing shook his head.
"Very well." Prince Changqin nodded, then glanced once more at the tribulation clouds. "Once she has passed her tribulation, please come to Zhurong City for a visit.
"At present, I truly cannot leave the city for too long."
"Certainly!" Ling Qing cupped his hands and saw Prince Changqin off. Looking over the now-cleared heaven and earth, he returned to his original spot and sat down cross-legged.
In this battle, he had cleanly and decisively slain more than ten Spirit Shamans, and Prince Changqin had even come in person.
After that, no one else dared stroke the tiger's whiskers.
Occasionally, someone would