"The Qi Eating Realm?"
On hearing this, Qin Gang's burly frame went rigid. His thick, slightly furrowed brows shot up, and his gaze, sharp as lightning, snapped toward Yang Jing, locking onto him.
Just a moment ago, he had been puzzled by Bai Bing's sudden mention of "fulfilling an agreement." His attention was focused on Peak Master Lingxi, a cultivator on his own level, and he had paid no mind to the young disciple trailing behind her.
But now, hearing Bai Bing's words, it was as if a clap of thunder had exploded in his mind. The confusion that had clouded his thoughts instantly cleared, and he vaguely understood why Bai Bing had come to "fulfill their agreement."
Qin Gang's gaze fell upon Yang Jing, as tangible as a physical weight, and he began to study him carefully.
As a Peak Master, his Cultivation was unfathomably deep, and he could see through Yang Jing's realm with a single glance.
