Feng Ling'er's beautiful eyes turned cold. How could she not sense Mu Cheng's covetous desire for her?
Her constitution was special, and she loathed cultivators who treated her as their "private possession." She had agreed to travel with Yun Qing for the time being partly because his unfathomable strength made it unwise to antagonize him lightly. More importantly, his gaze toward her was clear and calm, making no distinction between men and women-everyone was simply a cultivator. That was what made Feng Ling'er willing to associate with him.
Besides, she always felt that her "charm" in his eyes probably fell short of the little chubby chick in his pocket.
At that moment, the atmosphere grew subtle.
Wearing the genial smile typical of aristocratic clan scions, Feng Tianmu stepped forward to smooth things over. "Fellow Daoist Qing Yun, Mu Cheng is straightforward by nature. If his words gave offense, he certainly meant nothing personal. It's just that this trial ground is treacherous and unpredictable. All of us hail from sects or aristocratic clans, with at least some shared ties or connections to draw upon. It would truly be difficult to accept a fellow Daoist of unknown origins into our company. We hope you understand."
Then he shifted the conversation and looked at Feng Ling'er. "Of course, since Ling'er is acquainted with you, you could also sign a contract with us..."
Before he could finish, Yun Qing turned and walked straight toward the disorderly rogue cultivator camp on the other side, without so much as sparing Feng Tianmu and Mu Cheng a glance.
His disregard for them could not have been more complete!
"Putting on airs!" Mu Cheng sneered openly at the sight.
The genial smile on Feng Tianmu's face faded as well, and a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.