Lin Changsheng's figure slowly emerged from the cave residence, hovering in mid-air, facing the aggressive Qin Jue from afar.

He still had that lazy look of someone who had just woken up, with a hint of warm spring moisture lingering on him.

"Senior Brother Qin, why such a temper so early in the morning?" He yawned and asked lazily, "What wind has blown you, a newly advanced Foundation Establishment expert, to my humble cave residence?"

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion. Yet, the term "Senior Brother Qin" was like a needle piercing Qin Jue's proud self-esteem.