Facing the withered Ghost cultivator, Qin Fengming naturally raised his vigilance to the utmost. His powerful divine sense silently spread out, completely covering the area around him.
When Qin Fengming first took out the Spirit Tea, the flicker of unusual emotion in the Ghost cultivator's eyes did not escape his divine sense.
Although the two sides had agreed to join forces, both knew full well that this relationship was extremely fragile and could fall apart at any moment. Naturally, they were highly wary of the items offered by the other.
Fortunately, neither of them had tampered with the food or drink. The Yin Spring Water contained an extremely abundant amount of yin energy, while the Spirit Tea Qin Fengming had brought out was also an exceedingly precious item. Brewing tea and eating had allowed Qin Fengming to reap considerable benefits.
"Senior, I have a few questions. I wonder if Senior could first clear up one or two of my doubts." After drinking together for a while, Qin Fengming was the first to speak.
"Hehe. To be frank, ever since I first gained sentience, I have remained here alone. I have never seen a single cultivator come here. You are the first person I have encountered. Whatever questions you have, feel free to ask."
At this moment, a faint smile also appeared on the withered old man's decayed face. Although that trace of a smile looked even more ferocious to Qin Fengming, he could still hear the delight in the Ghost cultivator's voice.
"Thank you, Senior. Where exactly is this place? I imagine Senior must know something about it."
"Of course. I was originally a ten-thousand-year-old corpse that gained spiritual awareness. Although I did not understand the dangers of this place at the beginning, after cultivating for several thousand years and