The five Foundation Establishment cultivators had just flown thirty or forty li away. One of them, an exceptionally shrewd cultivator in his fifties, had a flicker in his eyes. He could not help transmitting to the cultivator beside him:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, did you hear clearly what Senior Qin and those two female seniors said just now?"
"What did the female seniors say? What do you mean? Could it be that Brother Du actually knows those two female seniors?"
The old man who received the transmission did not slow down, but his expression froze for a moment before he transmitted back.
"Those two female seniors—if my guess is correct, they are undoubtedly Nascent Soul seniors. Such mighty figures are people we Rogue Cultivators could never hope to know. Merely seeing them once would already be our good fortune. What I mean is that, in the words those two female seniors spoke to Senior Qin, they mentioned someone's name. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wang heard it clearly."
"A name? What name? Ah... Brother Du, are you talking about the words 'Fengming' that Senior Qin mentioned?"
Old Man Wang was also a meticulous thinker. After hearing Cultivator surnamed Du's words and pondering them carefully, he suddenly came to his senses: Fengming. That senior's surname was Qin as well. Qin Fengming—wasn't that the name of the Young Lord of Manghuang Mountain, Qin Fengming, who had recently caused such a huge commotion throughout the Cultivation World?
Once he reached that conclusion, Old Man Wang's figure abruptly halted, and he nearly plunged straight down.
"Looks like Fellow Daoist Wang has remembered as well. The senior who rescued us from danger this time must undoubtedly be Senior Qin Fengming, the young master of Manghuang Mountain."
Apparently, Fellow Daoist Wang remembered as well. The Senior Qin