章 403: Wails of the Demon Sword

Qin Wentian swept a glance at Zong Hong, instantly discerning his cultivation base—ninth level of Yuanfu.

If Qin Wentian were to make a move against him, it would undoubtedly be a case of the strong squashing the weak. He really wasn’t too comfortable doing that.

Zong Qian glanced bewilderedly at Qin Wentian. The longer he was acquainted with Qin Wentian, the more he felt he couldn’t see through him. Regardless of when he’d faced Li Ran and Li Nian, or against Zong Hong, Qin Wentian was still as calm as water, his heart unwavering. Humans with such a temperament were extremely scarce, and those were the people that would find it easy to focus wholeheartedly in their cultivation.

However, maybe Zong Qian didn’t know that Qin Wentian had never once regarded these people as his opponent. In that case, why should he be angered by them?