Master Long raised an eyebrow, looked at Qin Feiyang’s hand, and chuckled, "Are you trying to play hero to rescue the beauty?"

The smile was somewhat chilling.

The woman in red inwardly exclaimed, "This isn’t good," and quickly whispered to Qin Feiyang, "Young sir, stop, he’s not someone you can provoke."

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly and said, "This matter started because of us, so it’s our fault for involving you. Let me end this."

The woman in red looked stunned.

This tone of confidence and the demeanor of arrogance are not something an adventurer should have.

Could it be that these three people have a significant background?

"Haha..."

However.

Master Long seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and laughed heartily.

Qin Feiyang chuckled, "Is it really that funny?"

"If it weren’t funny, would I be laughing?"

"I think you’re just here to joke around."

"End it?"

"How do you plan to end it?"

"Kill me?"

"Do you have the guts?"

"Let me tell you, as long as one hair on my head is missing while I’m here, none of you will be able to leave Qinghai City."

"Haha..."

Master Long laughed again after speaking, his eyes full of contempt.

"Really?"

Qin Feiyang’s lips curled, his fingers exerting a slight force, and a cracking sound echoed.

He crushed Master Long’s wrist.

"Ah..."

Master Long, who had been laughing, suddenly let out a pig-like scream, cold sweat poured out, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Save Master Long quickly!"

The twenty or so guards suddenly turned pale and rushed at Qin Feiyang.

"Get lost!"

Qin Feiyang roared, Saint Prestige erupted, and his black hair waved.

In an instant.

The guards were struck as if by lightning, all were blasted away, spraying blood, crying out in agony.

"He’s also a War Saint!"

The onlookers were shocked.

The black-clad old man who had been silent all along also had his pupils shrink.

Boom!

Suddenly!

A terrifying pressure erupted from the black-clad old man’s body.

This was also Saint Prestige!

And stronger than Qin Feiyang!

Two-star War Saint!

He glanced at Wang Youer and Young Master Hao, then looked at Qin Feiyang and said solemnly, "Young people, Qinghai City is not a place where you can act recklessly."

As he spoke!

The black-clad old man took a step forward, raised his aged hand, heading straight for Qin Feiyang’s heart.

Qin Feiyang looked askance at the black-clad old man, eyes showing a hint of disdain.

Boom!

Just as the black-clad old man approached, an even more terrifying Saint Prestige emerged.

The black-clad old man was immediately immobilized, unable to move.

"This Saint Prestige..."

Everyone looked at Wang Youer in astonishment.

She was actually also a War Saint!

And her cultivation seemed stronger than the two young men!

Wang Youer had hidden her aura, so everyone assumed she was just a pretty face.

But no one expected that she was actually the big deal.

That raised the question.

To have such fearsome strength at such a young age, who exactly are these three?

The black-clad old man’s gaze was gloomy, obviously realizing he had hit a wall, but showed no tension.

"You three, we’re from the City Lord’s Mansion."

"And Master Long here is the City Lord’s only son, so before you act, you’d better think twice."

The black-clad old man said.

The threat in his words was undisguised.

"The City Lord’s son?"

Young Master Hao was stunned for a moment and frowned, "Are you saying he’s Shen Feiyun’s son?"

"How dare you!"

"The City Lord’s name is not something you can call by its given name!"

The black-clad elder scolded.

Young Master Hao couldn’t be bothered, looked Master Long up and down, and sighed, "Once upon a time, Shen Feiyun was a notable figure in God City, but I didn’t expect he’d have such a disgraceful son."

"This..."

The black-clad old man was dumbfounded.

Though Shen Feiyun was the Qinghai City Lord, he rarely appeared before people.

And about his past deeds, even fewer people knew.

But this person actually knew.

Could it be these three are from God City?

"I want to see who has the guts to discuss me behind my back."

Suddenly.

A hoarse voice sounded.

Following closely.

A middle-aged man, holding a wine jug, staggered into the Trading Pavilion.

The man looked over forty, with a striking knife scar at the corner of his eye, a face full of stubble, disheveled clothes, hair in a mess, his whole body reeking of alcohol, like a shabby drunkard.

"Greetings, City Lord."

The surrounding crowd, seeing this man, all bowed in salute.

"City Lord?"

Qin Feiyang was stunned.

This drunkard is Shen Feiyun?

This image completely clashes with his imagination of Shen Feiyun.

It’s worth noting.

This Shen Feiyun was once someone who could rival Gongsun Bei, even when he came to Qinghai City, he didn’t fall to this state, right?

At the same time.

Young Master Hao and Wang Youer scrutinized Shen Feiyun, their brows tightly knitted together.

Clearly.

Shen Feiyun’s current state surprised them.

"Father, please save me!"

Master Long appeared to see a savior and quickly cried out.

Shen Feiyun glanced at him casually and turned to Qin Feiyang and the other two, his eyes also hazy with drunkenness.

But when he clearly saw Young Master Hao and Wang Youer’s faces, he shivered suddenly, and the drunkenness vanished instantly.

He stared at them, his seemingly feeble eyes filled with disbelief.

"What’s going on?"

People looked at each other in confusion.

They originally thought Shen Feiyun would fly into a rage upon seeing his son publicly beaten, but unexpectedly, he showed such an expression.

Wang Youer frowned and transmitted a message: "Brother Shen, we’re here for training, so let’s not reveal our identities for now."

"Training?"

Shen Feiyun was taken aback.

What’s going on?

An admired lady of countless admirers, a pampered young master, why suddenly come out for training, and why in Qinghai City?

At this moment.

Master Long was extremely anxious and angrily said, "Father, what are you doing? Quickly punish them!"

"You worthless wretch!"

Shen Feiyun was furious and stepped forward to slap Master Long across the face.

"What the..."

Everyone was stunned.

What exactly is going on?

Not only did he not stand up for Master Long, but instead, he reprimanded him?

"It seems they’re really big shots from the Divine City."

The old man in black murmured, filled with fear.

Even the City Lord was so apprehensive, which shows how significant these young people’s backgrounds are.

Fortunately, the City Lord arrived in time, or else this would have escalated.

And undoubtedly.

Master Long was also dumbfounded by the slap.

When he regained his senses, besides disbelief, his face was filled with a questioning look.

But Shen Feiyun ignored him and looked at Wang Youer and the others, saying, "Could you show some leniency and spare my son this time?"

"We’ll let him go, but remember to discipline him more in the future."

"After all, not everyone will give you face."

After Young Master Hao spoke, he nodded to Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang frowned slightly. To be honest, he had the intention to kill Master Long.

However, since Young Master Hao agreed to Shen Feiyun, he couldn’t deny Young Master Hao face, so he ultimately let Master Long go.

"Father, what’s wrong with you?"

Master Long ran to Shen Feiyun’s side as if fleeing, asking suspiciously.

"Shut up!"

Shen Feiyun coldly rebuked.

Then.

He looked at Young Master Hao and said, "When I return, I’ll teach him a good lesson, but you should also not cause trouble in Qinghai City."

Young Master Hao replied faintly, "Do we look like the type to cause trouble?"

"It’d better be so."

Shen Feiyun looked at the three with profound meaning, then said nothing more and left with Master Long and the others.

"What’s going on?"

Qin Feiyang asked suspiciously.

It was clear that Shen Feiyun knew Young Master Hao and Wang Youer’s identity, but why was his attitude so cold?

Even in Shen Feiyun’s eyes, Qin Feiyang could faintly sense a trace of disgust.

Meanwhile.

The surrounding crowd looked puzzled at each other.

Originally thinking that there would be a good show, unexpectedly, it ended just like that.

And when they looked at Qin Feiyang and the others again, their eyes held a hint of awe.

The red-clothed woman who had received Qin Feiyang and the others felt the same.

She guessed that the trio might have an extraordinary background, but didn’t expect even the City Lord to be so courteous, truly hiding their true strength!

"Phew!"

The red-clothed woman took a deep breath to calm her emotional fluctuations, then looked at Qin Feiyang and the others, bowing slightly, "Sorry for frightening you."

Wang Youer replied, "It was us who caused you to be slapped; we should be the ones apologizing."

"No need, miss."

"Everyone who comes to the Trading Pavilion is a valuable guest, and it’s our responsibility to ensure their safety."

The red-clothed woman said with a smile.

Qin Feiyang and the others were quite surprised.

Unexpectedly, Qinghai City’s Trading Pavilion maintained such protection for its guests.

In such situations, if it were in the Trading Pavilion of Divine City, the staff would certainly stand behind someone like Master Long.

Fu An-shan serves as the best example.

Back then, when Qin Feiyang and his group visited the Trading Pavilion, Guo Ming brought trouble later, and finally, Fu An-shan helped the Sky Scorpio Tribe to oppress them.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to the VIP room."

The red-clothed woman said.

"Thank you."

Wang Youer nodded and smiled.

Thus, the three were led to the second floor by the red-clothed woman.

"Brother Hao, didn’t you say that Fu Xiong, the Pavilion Master of Qinghai City’s Trading Pavilion, is Fu An-shan’s son?"

Qin Feiyang frowned and asked.

"Yes!"

Young Master Hao nodded, curious, "Why?"

Qin Feiyang said, "Nothing, just feeling that Fu Xiong managed it pretty well."

There’s an old saying, like father like son.

Before coming to the Trading Pavilion, he thought Fu Xiong was like Fu An-shan, a sycophantic, profit-driven scoundrel.

But now it seems, that may not be the case.

Because the quality of the staff is generally related to the manager.

The better the qualities of the manager, the better the qualities of the staff.

And though he hadn’t personally met Fu Xiong, judging from the red-clothed woman’s character, it’s not hard to see that Fu Xiong should be a decent person.

This contrast left Qin Feiyang momentarily disoriented.

Of course.

This could also have nothing to do with Fu Xiong, and it might just be the red-clothed woman’s own good character.