Half an hour later, Qin Fengming left the grand council hall. With a flash of his figure, he headed toward the Guest Reception Pavilion.
"Senior Brother Chen, did you notice anything unusual about this person?"
A moment after Qin Fengming departed, a restriction in one area of the Eight Extremes Sect's council hall rippled faintly. A figure wrapped entirely in gloomy mist suddenly appeared without a sound. The Elder Yan seated in the wooden chair at the center immediately rose and spoke respectfully.
The immense aura revealed by the figure wrapped in gloomy mist clearly belonged to a mid-stage Ghost Lord.
"There is no doubt that this Fei fellow is at the Ghost Commander stage. Although I have never seen him make a move, judging from his immense magic power as a dual cultivator of the Righteous and Ghost paths, the might of his magic treasures and secret arts should at least far surpass that of cultivators of the same stage, even if it falls short of an early Ghost Lord's. From what he said just now, I do not believe he has any connection with the Heavenly Craft Sect. The origin of the puppets on him must lie elsewhere. Although I could not see anything improper about him, one thing is certain: his master should be an existence no weaker than this old man."
The figure wrapped in gloomy mist, whose form remained hidden, did not hesitate. With a flash, he arrived before the Elder Yan and spoke in a deep voice.
"Your junior brother has the same opinion. The Heavenly Craft Sect is two or three tens of millions of miles away from our Eight Extremes Sect. A Ghost Commander cultivator would naturally not travel to a place this distant. Moreover, given the Heavenly Craft Sect's power, it