"Master Qin certainly puts on a grand show!"
A strange, sarcastic voice called out.
Qin Feng looked over and saw a young man in a black robe glaring at him with hostility from behind several imposing figures.
He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a high-bridged nose and a sinister gaze. He stared at Qin Feng, a cold sneer on his lips.
"And you are?"
Qin Feng's eyes flashed as his gaze fell upon Fang Zhongyuan. This group of people had incredibly powerful auras—the one at the head was even a Saint—but of them all, he only recognized Fang Zhongyuan.
At this moment, Fang Zhongyuan was clearly not of high status among the group.
"Ah, Master Qin, allow me to make the introductions!" Fang Zhongyuan stepped forward with a smile. "This is the Great Village Chief of Shaoyang Stronghold, Nine Elements True Monarch!"
Qin Feng's gaze followed his finger to a figure that seemed like a Divine Spirit.
