"Daring to disturb my research—you're really courting death."
The white-clothed youth's eyes flashed with killing intent. He looked at Qin Feiyang and said, "You go take a look."
"Me?"
Qin Feiyang froze, then hurriedly said, "I definitely can't. Look at me, I only have Six Star War Emperor cultivation—wouldn't I be going to my death?"
"Spineless."
"I'll order those Nine-Star War Emperor ghostly snakes to assist you."
The white-clothed youth said.
Qin Feiyang said, "What if the people who barged in are at peak Nine-Star War Emperor realm? And what if they have Divine Artifacts and Divine Arts?"
"How can there be so many 'what ifs'?"
The white-clothed youth glared at him in irritation.
Qin Feiyang chuckled awkwardly. "Better safe than sorry, right?"
The white-clothed youth rolled his eyes, then looked toward the ghostly Empress.
The ghostly Empress said, "My cultivation is even inferior to Qin Dahai's, but if you tell me to go, I won't refuse."
