"Many thanks for your guidance, Fellow Cultivator Fang. This Qin will naturally follow your advice. But may I ask how far in you had gone when you encountered those Yin Ghost creatures?"
After hearing Fang Qiying's words, a sharp glint flickered in Qin Fengming's eyes. Although he was certain that the other cultivator's words were highly credible, he still asked the question aloud.
"The Yin Ghost creatures weren't very far from here. About four or five hundred li ahead, there was a mountain peak that towered into the clouds. It was much taller and larger than the other peaks. That was where this Fang encountered those two Yin Ghosts."
"Many thanks for your unstinting guidance, Fellow Cultivator Fang. This Qin won't disturb you any longer. May your cultivation rise even higher, like a hundred-foot pole climbing another step. Until we meet again."
Qin Fengming clasped his hands, and with a movement of his body, a streak of rainbow light shot toward the distance.
Watching Qin Fengming's vanishing back, Fang Qiying's gaze turned gloomy. He stared in the direction Qin Fengming had left for a long while before slowly withdrawing his eyes. Although he considered his own methods extraordinary, quite a few fellow cultivators had already fallen by his hand. Several Peak Core Formation cultivators had even perished at his hands.
Yet facing the young cultivator who had just departed, Fang Qiying felt an apprehension that came from the depths of his heart.
After letting out a soft sigh, Fang Qiying waved his hand, and the silk handkerchief spirit tool flew into his grasp. Seeing the hole revealed in it, Fang Qiying felt his heart ache terribly.
One had to know that although this treasure was merely a top-grade spirit tool, its defensive power and offensive might were both no weaker