Rather than calling it a symbol, it would be better to describe it as a miniature world.
There are sacred mountains and rivers, and the peaks are beautiful and mysterious. An old Taoist holding a whisk can be vaguely seen among the clouds and mist. He has an immortal look and a feeling of being a fairy from the sky. I think this person is the ancestor of the Zhan Tai family.
Feng Qingyang fell into deep thought, somewhat puzzled by the meaning of the token. If it was to prove that he had become a guest official of the Zhan Tai family, the ceremony had not been held, not to mention that he had not received any notification.
But if it was not an identity token, then why would it appear together with these one thousand top-grade spirit stones? While thinking about it, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a pair of cold eyes staring at him.
He turned around and saw the mixed-haired bird looking at him with gritted teeth. Perhaps it was because he was distracted that he ignored the mixed-haired bird's feelings.
He smiled apologetically and turned his palm over. If he couldn't figure it out, he would stop thinking about it. They would naturally give him an answer. Feng Qingyang thought so and immediately handed over a top-grade spirit stone to the mixed-haired bird.
"Don't say I treated you unfairly..."
Time passed slowly. There was no alternation of day and night in the wasteland of exile, but this place was extremely normal, with a feeling of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
The azure blue sky disappeared, replaced by a gorgeous sunset with an indescribable elegance. Feng Qingyang stepped into the house in the courtyard.
Just as he guessed, this place was indeed a woman's residence. Not that he could really think so, but the surroundings did look clean, without any women's decorations.
But there are lingering faint fragrance in the air, which is endless. The three-foot-thick ice does not form in a day, and the appearance of this fragrance is definitely not something that can be formed in a short time.
He collected his thoughts, sat cross-legged on the boat with his eyes closed in meditation. The night passed quickly. This night seemed neither peaceful nor peaceful. The sky was clear during the day, but at night, it was covered with dark clouds and thunder, as if it were two different worlds.
As soon as he opened the door in the morning, he found a person standing outside the campus. With a flash of his spiritual sense, he knew who it was. Feng Qingyang walked forward quickly, opened the gate, and saw Zhan Taiyu waiting outside the door.
“It’s so infuriating. Originally, I told the clan leader that I would promote you to a first-class guest official, but my cousin and his people all opposed it. They said that your origins were unknown, and if you rashly became a guest official, it would bring disaster to the family.
You should know that this has never happened before. In the past, the guest ceremony only needed to be reviewed by the clan leader, but this time, when it was my turn to recommend someone, I was opposed. They were deliberately suppressing me."
As soon as I opened the door, I heard Zhan Taiyu's indignant complaint. At a glance, I could see that his face was ashen and his breathing was rapid. It was obvious that he had suffered something disgusting.
"Please be patient. This incident is definitely not caused by my appearance. I'm afraid it's because Brother Zhan Taiyu had some conflicts with your cousin. It happened that you introduced a guest official, so he was harassed, right?" Feng Qingyang said lightly, retracted his gaze, and looked at Zhan Taiyu calmly.
When he saw this, Zhan Taiyu, who was originally furious, suddenly trembled all over. His original angry emotion flew away into the sky, and his eyes were only filled with Feng Qingyang's deep gaze.
This look seems ordinary, or even dull and without any special features. However, beneath this ordinariness, there is something extraordinary, something broad and vast.
It was like a starry sky, giving him a sense of grandeur. At that moment, Zhan Taiyu suddenly felt like an ant, looking up at the world.
That feeling of insignificance told him that his troubles seemed insignificant compared to his status. The other party was not angry because of the difficulties, so why should he be so angry
Compared to this indifferent look, Zhan Taiyu did seem a little abrupt, and he also discovered a deep coldness in this look.
It goes straight to the human soul. That kind of coldness cannot be detected in a moment, but can be felt naturally after watching for a long time. The coldness is by no means biting, but the feeling it brings is enough to make people's souls tremble, and feel like they are about to be frozen in an instant, and then crack with a click.
At that moment, Zhan Taiyu suddenly paused. This subconscious retreat came from a kind of pressure. The pressure was so great that he almost felt breathless. For a moment, he looked at Feng Qingyang in a daze and a little horror.
But at this moment, Feng Qingyang had closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the depth and coldness disappeared, replaced by a face full of smiles.
Zhan Taiyu took a deep breath, realizing his own loss of composure, and his face turned red, but in his heart he had a new estimate of Feng Qingyang's cultivation level.
After returning this time, he would definitely speak well of Feng Qingyang in front of the clan leader, and he would also go against all objections and promote Feng Qingyang to the first-class guest official of the Zhan Tai family.
In this way, he will not only get some benefits, but also get a good fate. Thinking back to the scene just now, Zhan Taiyu deeply felt the soul-shaking and cold feeling. If the other party killed him at the moment he lost consciousness, then he would definitely not have the slightest power to resist and would become meat on the other party's chopping board.
Thinking of this, cold sweat immediately rolled down his body. In addition to being shocked and terrified by Feng Qingyang, he also felt a little wary of him. This fear made him more courteous to Feng Qingyang.
"I lost my composure before, please don't blame me, fellow Taoist." Zhan Taiyu bowed his head and clasped his fists. At the moment of bowing his head, he took advantage of this opportunity to return his expression to normal.
When he first spoke to Feng Qingyang, he was not only condescending, but his tone also contained an unquestionable sense of command. But now, perhaps he did not realize that his tone, in addition to being equal, actually contained a slight hint of weakness. Obviously, he had lowered his posture, perhaps he himself did not realize it.
Strength is respected. That's right. Sometimes you don't have to kill a lot of people to make them afraid. Instead, a look or a simple word can win their hearts and gain their respect.
"Brother Zhan Tai, please take a seat." The two entered the hall of the courtyard, and Feng Qingyang pointed to a chair on the side and said. Zhan Taiyu took a deep breath and sat down opposite Feng Qingyang.
In his eyes, Feng Qingyang at this moment was completely different from the first time he met him yesterday. If they didn't look exactly the same, he would almost think he had recognized the wrong person.
Feng Qingyang at this moment was calm and composed. He was able to remain calm even when the sky fell and when danger came. This feeling made Zhan Taiyu feel extremely strongly. The strong visual impact almost made him unwilling to speak again.
"I'm really sorry to make you laugh."