After completing the mission, Song Qingming finally returned to his tent. Setting aside his exhaustion, he leaned against the small couch inside and slowly reflected on everything that had happened today.
After this battle with the demonic cultivators, he was still shaken with lingering fear. Upon witnessing the terrifying strength of Yang Wuqi, a Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivator, Song Qingming had at one point fallen into despair. Though reinforcements had arrived in the end, he still found it hard to believe that he had actually survived.
Having witnessed Foundation Establishment experts battling with spells, Song Qingming grew ever more yearning for the divine abilities of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, who could soar through the skies and burrow through the earth. Unfortunately, Old Ghost Feng, who had just promised to take Song Qingming to White Dragon Mountain after they returned to Guiyun Marketplace, had carelessly died at the hands of the demonic cultivators today.
After the battle, Song Qingming heard from Wei Tong that Old Ghost Feng had died at Yang Wuqi's hands while pursuing the demonic cultivators, and he felt rather depressed. Yesterday, he had not only given Old Ghost Feng a Spirit Talisman for nothing, but had also risked danger to help him hunt a high-grade Flame Rat.
Now that Old Ghost Feng had suddenly died, Song Qingming had no idea whom he could seek out to fulfill the promise for which he had paid so much in advance. Thinking of this, he could only let out a helpless sigh.
Perhaps his luck truly was abysmal. Since joining the Flying Cloud Guard several months ago, the people he had grown closest to had all suffered misfortune today. Old Ghost Feng had already perished, while Lu Yunfei and Shi Mofeng had both been severely injured. At the thought, Song Qingming could