"Mmm."
After the brief exchange, they parted ways.
Lin Changheng summoned his Dharma Ship and set off at a steady pace.
'This 'Senior Brother Feng' probably won't hunt me down, logically speaking.'
'First, I didn't act too intimate with Mo Zhaoli. My conduct was perfectly polite. Besides, the Cultivation I showed was only at the Qi Cultivation Stage. I'm no threat.'
'After all, what kind of Foundation Establishment Stage Female Cultivator would marry a Male Cultivator still at the Qi Cultivation Stage? It's unheard of.'
'Second, the most he would do is try to embarrass me in front of Mo Zhaoli to ruin her impression of me. He wouldn't go straight for the kill.'
'Otherwise, if she became suspicious, he'd have no chance with her at all.'
That was the logic, anyway. But in his heart, Lin Changheng already felt a profound loathing for "Senior Brother Feng"—for any Cultivator who harbored such malice and could threaten his safety. Wisps of killing intent began to form.
