"It's enough, hurry up and leave the stage," a voice transmitted to Qin Ming beside his ear, being too overbearing was really not good.
Qin Ming had no choice but to slowly retract his index finger, turn around, and drift away, leaving everyone with an extraordinary and unforgettable silhouette.
Behind him, a group of young disciples from the Six Ancestor Ancestral Court chanted his name.
When Qin Ming made those outrageous statements, he didn't feel any discomfort. What's wrong with being assertive? Because at this moment, he was simply Qi Zizai.
He thought the sparring had come to an end, but before long an elder approached him, and there was even an exchange meeting, waiting for him to attend.
Qin Ming was stunned, was this not over yet?
The elders of the Six Imperial Ancestor Court also did not expect it; they merely smiled and made arrangements, and the other party "happily" agreed.