Unexpectedly, this Bai Yueming actually pulled tricks right in front of Qin Tian and smoothed things over with those few people from the Divine Sword Immortal Sect, whose strength here was second only to the Qiankun Immortal Sect.
The scheme of sowing discord in Qin Tian's heart collapsed without a fight.
"You're not leaving? What, do you want me to invite you personally?"
Seeing Qin Tian unmoved, Bai Yueming's patience was exhausted; afraid of unexpected complications, he was already slowly closing in on Qin Tian as he spoke.
Other than Bai Yueming, the rest of the Qiankun Immortal Sect also followed, slowly surrounding him.
The remaining people stayed where they were to watch the show.
At this moment, Qin Tian's expression was grave.
No choice left—now it seemed there was only one path: fight.
Facing Bai Yueming, Qin Tian let the True Qi on his body surge outward; streams of True Qi condensed into indestructible barriers as he prepared for both offense and defense.
