Upon hearing this, the beauty mark by Leng Xuan's eye lifted with the corner of his lips. The smile was faint, like a thin sheet of ice on water—it looked gentle, but held no warmth in his eyes.
His fingertips gently traced the silver-threaded runes embroidered on his cuffs. His movements were slow and deliberate, his tone softening to a measured pace as he spoke each word clearly:
"I've come today in the hopes that Mr. Qin will join our Cyan Dragon Gang and become one of our members."
He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling street outside. A few gang members were cornering a lone Ascender, demanding something of him. His eyes then fell back on Qin Feng, his voice taking on a meaningful tone:
"The situation in Silver Moon City."
"I'm sure Mr. Qin has come to understand it over the past ten days."
"The presiding Deities here only concern themselves with collecting the Fire of Faith. They couldn't care less whether the new Ascenders live or die."
