“Are you certain he isn’t from the Holy Land of Martialism? It is such a big place, yet you are certain that Chu Feng isn’t someone from the Holy Land of Martialism?” Murong Mingtian asked in a probing manner.
“I can truly guarantee to you that he is absolutely not from the Holy Land of Martialism. However, you better not ask me why because you better not inquire things I don’t wish to speak of.” A chilly glint emerged into Jiang Qisha’s eyes—he was warning Murong Mingtian.
“Very well, I won’t ask. But this time, it is truly all thanks to you that I could regain this Misty Peak. I will engrave your help in my heart.” Feeling the poor mood, Murong Mingtian laughed and very obsequiously changed the topic.
“Don’t worry. This Misty Peak is yours, but the things inside are not yours.” Jiang Qisha smiled smugly.
Murong Mingtian’s expression changed slightly and a hint of displeasure emerged, but it just flashed past. He continued obsequiously nodding his head.
The smile on Jiang Qisha face became even wider. He said, “Also, you don’t need to worry about that Chu Feng, because he will not escape.”
“Could it be that you…?” Murong Mingtian seemed to have thought of something.
“I still have three juniors who haven’t come. That’s because they are sealing the outside. Although their strength is inferior to mine, since Lady Piaomiao has lost her strength, the rank two Martial King woman alone is no match for my juniors. Any one of them can kill her.
“Besides, didn’t you send that old man called Zhan Jiuxiao in this direction as well? You should have anticipated if they were to escape, they would flee in this direction, right?” Jiang Qisha said as he pointed in Chu Feng and the others’ direction.