These three male cultivators consisted of a white-haired, white-bearded old man who was nearly eighty and a cultivator in his fifties. What surprised Qin Fengming most, however, was that the Young Master Huang who had once fought with him in Lan Yin Valley was also sitting upright on a wooden chair.
"Hmph, boy, we meet again. If we run into Huang again after entering the Yellow Springs Secret Realm of the Yellow Springs Palace, I'll certainly capture you."
Seeing Qin Fengming look his way, the young cultivator's expression suddenly turned cold. A cold snort rang out, as though he still felt deeply aggrieved over their battle in Lan Yin Valley.
"I'm only afraid that by then, you won't dare bring that battered imitation spirit treasure passed down by your House into the secret realm. Without a treasure on you, do you really have any means left to capture this humble one?" Qin Fengming was utterly unconcerned. He glanced at the young man with an exceptionally calm expression, his tone equally tranquil, but his words were pointed indeed.
Qin Fengming was also somewhat surprised by this Young Master Huang. He was clearly a mid-stage Ghost Lord. Although his aura-concealing divine ability was extraordinary and he had not been recognized by the late-stage Ghost Lord Great Cultivator surnamed Wu from the Yellow Dao Sect, the Yellow Springs Palace was a supreme sect.
Once inside, there was a very real possibility that he would be discovered. Yet Young Master Huang still insisted on going. Could there be some hidden matter involved?
"Hmph, to capture you, why would I need my Huang House's treasure? With Huang's own abilities, capturing you would be no difficult task. When the time comes, I'll make you wish you were dead and have you beg bitterly for mercy!" Hearing