After the incident at the spirit fields.
The Spirit Feather Sect dispatched a large number of enforcement disciples to investigate the matter.
After all, the death of a Foundation Establishment Realm elder was a major event for the sect—one that had even begun to affect its internal affairs.
Even Qin Ming was summoned to the Enforcement Hall and questioned several times in succession.
Naturally, like the other Spirit Planters, he claimed to know nothing when asked.
At such a sensitive time.
Even the slightest rustle in the wind could set the Spirit Feather Sect on edge. After all, what they sought was no small matter.
Not only did the Spirit Feather Sect tighten security around Qingyang Market.
They also sent additional manpower to patrol the spirit fields in rotating shifts.
Qin Ming could see large groups of cultivators standing ready for battle almost every day.
He had remained tense for quite some time as well.
He was deeply afraid that Lin Zixiao would turn back and cause him trouble again.
Yet more than a month passed without the slightest movement.
Qin Ming's life returned to peace once more.
Half a year passed.
An eerie atmosphere hung over Qingyang Market.
Cultivators from different factions could be seen everywhere, yet the overt, sword-drawn tension of the past was nowhere to be found.
Qin Ming arrived on the seventh floor of Juxuan Pavilion.
"It has been a long time. I never expected Fellow Daoist Qin's cultivation to have already broken through to Late Qi Refining. Congratulations." Gu Qingzhao smiled faintly and poured him a cup of tea.
Qin Ming picked up the cup and took a sip, replying modestly, "My little bit of cultivation is nothing compared to Fellow Daoist Gu."
"Has there been any new development lately?"
Hearing this, Gu Qingzhao pondered