Qin Fengming naturally paid no heed to Elder Pang's threat.
A mere cultivator at the peak Ghost Commander stage was no different from an ant in his eyes now. But as long as the man did not go too far in targeting him, he would not strike first. Otherwise, he would already have killed him back in Cold Wind City.
Although Qin Fengming always felt something inexplicable about Female Cultivator Lu, he did not dwell on it. She was only a Ghost Commander cultivator. Even if she harbored ill intentions, she could pose no threat to his safety.
Steadying his thoughts, Qin Fengming swept his divine sense over the towering mountain before him.
Viewed from within the Restrictive Spell, the mountain was truly majestic. It rose over a thousand zhang and stretched across dozens of li. Never mind three thousand cultivators—even thirty thousand could enter without making any difference.
Looking up, he saw a sharply defined layer of white mist drifting around the mountain seven or eight hundred zhang above the ground, as though it had sliced the towering peak in two.
When Qin Fengming extended his divine sense into the mist, he discovered more mist lingering above it. The clouds shrouding the entire mountain seemed to be divided into several layers. No wonder this peak was called Chongyun Mountain.
Although powerful Restrictive Spells surrounding the mountain obstructed divine sense, they had little effect on Qin Fengming. He encompassed the entire mountain with his divine sense with ease.
Below the vast mountain's halfway point, faint fluctuations from Restrictive Spells flickered in numerous places.
These fluctuations naturally came from the candidates for Banner Wielder selected by the various prefectures and sects who had arrived ahead of him. A rough count revealed hundreds of such locations.
A faint smile appeared on Qin