Moon Gazing Island's main peak, inside Greenwood Pavilion.
Qin Ming's gaze swept calmly over the crowd.
Below the Great Hall.
Nalan Xi, Gu Qingzhao, Wei Wuyai, and the others who had been quite close to Qin Ming all wore complicated expressions.
Those who had once associated with him as fellow Daoists now, after only a few years, had to address him as a senior True Lord and bow in salute.
From this day onward, their statuses had changed; rank and seniority now stood between them.
The gulf between Golden Core and Nascent Soul was like the gap between sparrows and swans—not something that could be measured in mere inches.
Having achieved Nascent Soul, Qin Ming had become a towering figure in the Immortal Cultivation World, one capable of summoning wind and rain. No matter where he stood in the human realm, no one would dare show him disrespect.
"You two are disciples of Li Fire Palace, aren't you? What brought you all the way to our Southern Wasteland?"
Qin Ming asked in an indifferent tone, though he already knew the answer.
When he had undergone his tribulation, he had naturally noticed everything that had happened aboard Li Fire Palace's cross-border spirit vessel.
He had also known those two would not dare run.
Moreover, Qin Ming had long heard of Li Fire Palace's practice of dragging able-bodied men into service in the Southern Wasteland.
Jing Qing's heart clenched. Both men were already sweating profusely, their backs drenched.
Being singled out directly by this newly ascended Nascent Soul powerhouse before everyone's eyes—
was hardly a pleasant matter.
Jing Qing, Li Fire Palace's Nascent Soul seed, could only steel himself and step forward. Bowing once more, he said, "Reporting to Moon Gazing True Monarch, this junior is Jing Qing of Li Fire Palace.