After flying a thousand kilometers away from the Eight Extremes Sect, Qin Fengming suddenly halted.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, the Li Household is seventy or eighty thousand kilometers from here. At our current speed, it may take five or six hours. It would be faster if this humble one used a secret flying technique to carry you along."
Yan Jing naturally had no reason to refuse and immediately nodded in agreement.
Qin Fengming activated the incantation within his body. Black radiance flashed all over him, followed by the faint sound of thunder. A black sphere of light swept out and engulfed Yan Jing within it. As the black radiance flickered, the two of them vanished on the spot.
Half an hour later, atop a mountain a thousand kilometers from the Li Household, a streak of black radiance shot over from afar. As the light faded, the figures of Qin Fengming and Yan Jing emerged.
At that moment, Yan Jing's eyes still held an expression of utter disbelief.
Just moments ago, while flying at top speed, Qin Fengming had deliberately confined his divine sense within the escaping light, but Yan Jing could still feel himself flying at a speed he had never even imagined.
At such speed, even when he had once traveled with the Old Ancestor, the escaping light driven by the Old Ancestor had been far too slow to catch up.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, the Li Household lies ahead. This humble one will handle everything once we arrive. Just follow my instructions."
Seeing the Fei family cultivator caution him again, Yan Jing immediately nodded, a trace of awe appearing on his face.
By now, how could Yan Jing fail to understand? The middle-aged cultivator before him was no Ghost Commander cultivator at all. He was plainly a Ghost Lord cultivator—and