Elder Li and Cultivator Yan had already put Qin Fengming's mind completely at ease.
After spending and interacting with them over these past years, Qin Fengming had gained some understanding of the dispositions and temperaments of these two Ghost Lord cultivators from the Ghost Realm. Although they cultivated ghost-path techniques, they were not brutal, bloodthirsty people. On the contrary, they possessed the loyalty spoken of in the martial world.
The cultivators they associated with were also relatively upright. With so many precious materials and treasures bestowed upon them, Qin Fengming felt even more reassured about the two.
Looking at the two Ghost Talisman Sect elders lying on the ground before him, a sharp glint appeared in Qin Fengming's eyes. With a wave of his hand, two streams of energy entered their bodies.
As a vast surge of energy entered them, Old Man Wang of the Ghost Talisman Sect and Steward Feng successively regained consciousness and sat up.
"Ah, who are you? Why have you seized me?"
The instant he awoke, Old Man Wang was horrified. Recalling what had just happened, how could he not understand his current predicament? However, as a mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivator, he still managed to remain somewhat composed and shouted sternly.
He still could not dispel his apprehension over why he had been captured.
He had noticed that azure-glowing magic treasure at the time, but its speed had been far too fast. Almost the instant he detected it, the treasure had already pierced through his protective spiritual light and reached him.
With his mid-stage Ghost Lord ability, even if he had wanted to dodge or summon his intrinsic magic treasure to intercept it, it had already been too late. As the azure light pierced through his left shoulder, he immediately felt an incomparably powerful soul force