"Hahaha, another one delivered right to our doorstep?"
When Qi Heng rushed into the mist formation, a burst of wild laughter rang out from within the fog.
"Master has ordered us to capture the Innate Realm cultivators from the nearby tribes, and one has immediately come to us on his own. What luck."
As the mist churned, a sullen-faced black-robed man stepped into the mist formation.
"Early stage Innate? Barely good enough."
The black-robed man cast Qi Heng a cold glance and produced a jade vial. "Master wants to capture these Xiantian cultivators to practice his art, so we can't kill them. I'll just use Drunken Dragon Saliva to knock him out!"
He removed the stopper and gave the jade vial a shake. An intoxicating fragrance wafted out, blending into the mist as it spread toward Qi Heng within the formation.
"Fall! Fall! Fall!"
Watching the fragrant mist envelop Qi Heng, the black-robed man waited eagerly for him to collapse.
However...
"Stop playing these petty tricks. Show me what you can really do. Otherwise, I won't have the patience to play with you any longer."
Under the black-robed man's horrified gaze, Qi Heng completely ignored both the intoxicating scent of the Drunken Dragon Saliva and the mist formation. His icy eyes pierced through the layers of fog and fixed on the black-robed man.
"How is that possible?"
The black-robed man was utterly shocked. His master was a Purple Mansion cultivator. Could the scented mist he had concocted and the formation he had set up truly fail to stop someone at the early stage Innate?
"He must have a Magic Treasure that wards off poison to resist the Drunken Dragon Saliva. He can't possibly see through the formation, or he would have left it already."
With a turn of thought, the