Yang Jing looked at Shi Qingfeng, his eyes narrowing slightly. 'He was incredibly curious. What exactly has Shi Qingfeng figured out?'
A cultivator's power comprised many factors: Cultivation, cultivation techniques, magical treasures, divine techniques, and so on. 'What on earth did he see that would prompt him to act so deferential?'
"Fellow Daoist, you overpraise me. I've simply been a bit more diligent in my cultivation. My power is not as exaggerated as you claim. If anyone were to overhear us, they'd think we were just a pair of shameless boasters, flattering each other."
Seeing that Yang Jing was unwilling to admit it, Shi Qingfeng wasn't annoyed and continued to speak eloquently.
"It is enough so long as you agree to this pact, Fellow Daoist."
Yang Jing nodded.
"There are a full one hundred and eight streams of Nine Marvelous Creation Qi. After we enter the All Heavens Small Realm, should I encounter you, I will not be the one to attack first."
