At these words, Qin Fengming's slightly tense expression stirred despite himself. "Those two Ghost Lord cultivators came here, but they aren't after me."
Having reached this conclusion, Qin Fengming raised his attention by another two notches. From what the old man had said just now, it seemed that the two were currently searching for a strange object that had gone missing from the Divine Medicine Sect. Moreover, that object was extraordinarily important—important enough to make two Ghost Lord-level cultivators personally come out to look for it.
"Junior Brother Yang, that item is far too important to our Divine Medicine Sect. It is where the hope of our sect's resurgence lies. Since the Supreme Elder instructed the two of us to search this area, there must be a reason. We should carefully search the area within two hundred miles of here."
Hearing his junior brother's words, the other Ghost cultivator pondered for a moment before speaking.
Hearing this, the man who had spoken earlier changed expression. He bowed and said, "I was too hasty. Senior Brother Chen is right. Let's split up and search this area carefully. If I discover anything, Junior Brother will certainly send a voice-transmission talisman to inform Senior Brother."
Having said that, the Ghost cultivator who had spoken first rose into the air, and a streak of escaping light shot into the distance.
Watching that Ghost cultivator vanish into the thick fog, the man who remained standing gave a cold snort through his nose and muttered in an extremely grim tone, "Hmph. If Supreme Elder Yang weren't backing you, the crime of losing it this time would certainly be enough to cost you your old life."
Afterward, this Ghost cultivator flashed away and shot off in another direction.
Standing within the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation, Qin Fengming