The three had stopped a good seven or eight hundred miles from Qin Fengming. In their view, there was no way their opponent could possibly know they were there.
A late Ghost Lord stage cultivator's spiritual sense could generally probe three to four hundred miles, while someone in the mid Ghost Lord stage could detect at most nearly three hundred miles.
Although all three knew Qin Fengming was far from comparable to an ordinary mid-stage cultivator, it was absolutely impossible for his spiritual sense to be stronger than that of the three of them.
"Eh? The person surnamed Qin has indeed stopped. It seems he most likely intends to recover some of his magic power here. All the better. Fellow Daoists, the person surnamed Qin is eight hundred miles directly ahead. We'll follow Fellow Daoist Jin's suggestion and surround him from three directions."
The female cultivator looked at the jade disk in her hand. Seeing the faintly flickering dot stop moving, she straightened slightly and looked up at the two people before her.
"Good. This Jin will circle around from the left." Before the female cultivator and Elder Ji could say anything else, Middle-aged Jin activated the spell within his body. As a wave of energy surged, he transformed into a streak of escaping light and shot toward the left.
"Hmph. Jin Yang has always rushed toward benefits and hidden from danger. For him to be this anxious, he must have taken a fancy to the Mustard Seed Space treasure on that junior. Such a treasure is extraordinarily rare, though. When the time comes, its distribution cannot be decided by Jin Yang alone."
Watching Middle-aged Jin disappear into the distance as a faint streak of escaping light, Elder Ji gave a soft snort. He cast a meaningful glance at the