Sure enough, after the turmoil, the members of the Blood Profound City Organization became much more restrained and low-key.
The subsequent exchanges were truly discussions on scriptures and Taoism, understanding one another. Even if someone engaged in sparring, it was within a controllable range.
Nearby, the lake rippled with golden radiance, and the strange lotus swayed with a seven-colored spirit light, wafting waves of fragrance.
The atmosphere at the exchange meeting was much more harmonious.
There was no choice; the four fierce men acted too fiercely earlier, intimidating the whole venue. Even a Great Grandmaster was blasted on the spot. How could others dare to act rashly?
Qin Ming sat quietly on the grass where immortal fog flowed, in front of him, a jade table with delicacies and fruits. He was savoring fine wine.
