A faint strand of divine sense swiftly swept over Wang Qingshan. His expression darkened as he shouted, "Who's skulking around over there? Get the hell out here!"
He had traveled thousands of miles to Northern Frontier to exterminate the spiders, only for someone to secretly probe him with divine sense. It left him deeply displeased.
"Little Friend Wang, your divine sense is quite well cultivated!"
A hearty male voice suddenly rang out. As soon as the words fell, the air twisted and warped. Countless sparks abruptly appeared, gathering into a red-robed elder whose face glowed ruddy. Not the slightest trace of spiritual energy radiated from him.
The red-robed elder was Ye Yan of the Three Flames Palace, a Spirit Transformation Cultivator in the early stage.
Wang Qingshan froze for a moment before quickly coming to his senses. He hastily rose to his feet and said respectfully, "This junior did not know Senior had arrived, and spoke wildly. I beg Senior's forgiveness."
He truly had not known it was a Spirit Transformation Cultivator. Who would have thought that a Spirit Transformation Cultivator would enter his residence without so much as a warning?
Just then, specks of white light appeared in the air, revealing a kindly white-robed elder.
The white-robed elder had a fair, clean face and stood ramrod straight, like a sharp sword still sheathed, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.
The white-robed elder was Liu Ye, a Spirit Transformation Cultivator of the Taiyi Immortal Sect and the grand-disciple of the Four Seasons Sword Master.
"Hehe, you old ghost Ye, this old man won. Your grand-disciple didn't notice this old man, but Martial Nephew Wang noticed you."
Liu Ye chuckled and teased.
"This old man accepts defeat. This piece of Fire Phoenix Wood is yours."
Ye Yan flipped his hand over,