The Young Master Huang received the jade tablet and immediately flew away without lingering for even a moment.
From the moment he appeared on the stone platform to when he flew into the distance and vanished among a mountain, he had spent less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea. He had truly come and gone in a flash, swift beyond compare.
Watching the young man's departing figure, a cold glint flashed briefly through Qin Fengming's eyes.
This member of the Huang Household was intensely hostile toward him. If they truly encountered each other in the secret realm, they would inevitably fight.
The Huang Household was also a renowned Great Cultivator lineage in the Northern Region. As a mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivator of his lineage, the Young Master Huang would never have risked entering a perilous place where even Great Cultivators might fall without some reliable means of protection.
Qin Fengming naturally did not fear a mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivator, but by nature, he would not underestimate his opponent either.
Qin Fengming restrained his aura and stood in the distance, still making no move to approach.
After more than a day, fewer than a hundred thousand cultivators remained on the plaza, and most of them were below the Ghost General realm.
These cultivators were naturally not there to ascend the platform. Most were natives of Cold Wind City, rogue cultivators from the area around Cold Wind City, or people who had come here to evade cultivators from the Demon Realm.
With so many cultivators, staying in some inn was unrealistic, because the inns charged exorbitant prices. Entering the rift was even more difficult. They had originally intended only to find some unoccupied place to stay temporarily, so now that there was such a test to watch,