Immortal Mountain's main stronghold.
Qin Changsheng gazed into the void, his eyes deep as dark currents surged within them. On the table before him, the tea in his cup had gone cold.
Across from Qin Changsheng, Chaos Kunpeng looked perfectly at ease.
Their conversation was over, and the matter of Immortal Mountain's branch in the Lower Realm was settled.
The outcome pleased everyone. All parties were happy.
The only one who might have been unhappy was the Five-Element Mountain, which had taken a beating from all sides.
Seeing that Qin Changsheng was still lost in thought, Chaos Kunpeng stretched and rose to leave.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Qin. We've finished discussing everything, so I should be going."
Only then did Qin Changsheng come back to himself and rise to see him off.
"I'm the one who should thank you."
Qin Changsheng thought back over what Chaos Kunpeng had just told him.
This conversation had been well worth having.
As for Kunpeng's Son, who had already escaped, that made little difference.
Let him escape. Qin Changsheng would not fear him even if he came looking for trouble.
Besides, Kunpeng's Son was unlikely to come after him.
"If you ever need my help, just say the word." Qin Changsheng made that promise and handed Chaos Kunpeng an object.
"This is my token. Seeing it is like seeing me in person. Every disciple of Immortal Mountain will sense its call and obey your orders."
"Experts from other Great Sects will give me some face when they see it, too."
Chaos Kunpeng paused. How long had it been since anyone had given him something like this?
Since he—no, since Meng Chuan had attained the Dao, who had been qualified to give him such a thing?
He was the undisputed number one in