Half an hour later, Qin Fengming smoothly left the Yellow Dao Sect. Once his escape light rose, he flew toward the northwest.
Just moments ago, he had refused the middle-stage Ghost Lord cultivator surnamed Niu's attempts to persuade him to stay.
Although remaining within the Yellow Dao Sect would have been the safest option, with no need to worry about anyone coming to cause trouble, he still did not dare linger there. The Yellow Dao Sect was no ordinary sect. If it possessed some secret treasure capable of seeing through his true identity, that would be an extremely dangerous matter.
After all, the peak Ghost Lord stage Supreme Elder of the Ghost Talisman Sect had once issued an order to capture him, and Dark Silence Hall had actually been able to recognize him. This truly left him deeply uneasy.
Thus, after careful consideration, it would be better to find a secluded place alone and safely enter closed-door cultivation for five months.
The jade slip map indicated that three hundred thousand li northwest of the Yellow Dao Sect lay a vast region known as the Northern Wasteland. Yin energy there was extremely thin, and the area was utterly desolate. Few cultivators usually went there.
For Qin Fengming, that place was an exceptionally suitable location for secluded cultivation.
Once his escape light rose, Qin Fengming flew toward that region.
Just after flying seventy or eighty thousand li from the Yellow Dao Sect, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed. He sensed two faint energy fluctuations more than two hundred li away, following steadily behind him. If his spiritual sense had not been powerful enough, he absolutely would have been unable to detect their presence.
Upon suddenly discovering them, Qin Fengming's expression turned cold. "Could it be that the Yellow Dao Sect intends to scheme