"Fellow Daoist Feng, if you keep refusing to cooperate, I can only ask you to step aside."
Elder Qingming's tone had taken on a trace of impatience.
He slowly raised his right hand, releasing a terrifying pressure from within his body.
It was the pressure of the peak Sky Soaring realm, like the heavens collapsing and the earth caving in, weighing on everyone present until they could barely breathe.
"Ask me to leave? You'd need to have the standing first! If I refuse, what could even that old ghost do to me if he came himself?"
Feng Xian'er radiated imperious defiance.
Facing Elder Qingming's Sky Soaring realm pressure, she did not retreat an inch.
Though her face was somewhat pale and blood still streaked the corner of her mouth, she remained firmly planted in front of Lin Shisan.
Squeak, squeak... hiss, hiss...
Space rippled as two types of Spiritual Power with different attributes clashed, striking sparks that flared from time to time.
"Master, let me handle this."
Feng Xian'er turned to look. Lin Shisan had already stepped out from behind her.
He had yet to wipe the blood from his face and still wore the same summer tank top, looking utterly bedraggled.
Yet his eyes were calm, as calm as stagnant water in a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.
Even Feng Xian'er's heart grew quiet at that moment.
Neither servile nor overbearing, Lin Shisan walked up to Elder Qingming and politely cupped his hands. "Elder Qingming, I'm willing to submit to a search."
"Shisan..."
Feng Xian'er was still a little worried.
Lin Shisan glanced back at her, giving her a harmless smile to signal that she need not worry.
He could sense Elder Qingming's hostility, and he could also sense the depth of Feng Xian'er's fierce protectiveness.
But that