Feng Qixing felt somewhat depressed. Jiang Changkong had searched the soul of a Gold Line martial artist.
Did he know where the Gold Line was?
He definitely knew!
Perhaps Jiang Changkong even knew the territory of his Wind Line; he simply had not said so.
If Feng Qixing ran, then even if he did not trouble Jiang Changkong, Jiang Changkong might come looking for him himself.
He did not believe Jiang Changkong would go over immediately. He would certainly wait until he had enough strength.
Or perhaps he would go to the Federation and call out about having discovered remnants of the starry sky or something.
The Federation would absolutely send a huge crowd to capture them and take them back for research.
As for relocating with the Wind Line?
If those people learned Jiang Changkong had come, they would definitely rush out to capture him.
"What about inviting a Star Path martial artist?" Feng Qixing pondered. "How about you say nothing, and I'll invite a Star Path martial artist over?"
"Either kill me, or don't invite one."
A trace of coldness appeared in Liangqiu Xuanyi's eyes. "I still need him to help me wipe out an Immortal Palace stronghold."
"If I force—"
Feng Qixing's expression darkened in anger, azure light flashing over his body. Yet the instant it lit up, it dimmed again.
Blood seeped from his seven orifices, and his face twisted into a terrifying grimace.
"Jiang Changkong." Feng Qixing's expression turned grave. At some point, a force had hidden itself within his soul.
Jiang Changkong's soul power!
Liangqiu Xuanyi said calmly, "Do you think he is stupid enough to believe I could keep watch over you?"
Feng Qixing fell silent, forced to accept the fact that he could not resist.
"Think of it another way. If Jiang