Although the person wrapped in that dense black mist had reined in his aura, revealing no energy fluctuations throughout his body, under Qin Fengming's enormous divine sense, there was naturally nowhere for him to hide,
Within the shroud of black mist stood a thin male cultivator. There was hardly any flesh on his body, as if only a layer of blackish-purple, wrinkled skin covered his bones. His face was even more withered than a dried corpse's, his eyes sunken deep into their sockets, making him look like a skeleton,
Yet the sinister, icy light flashing in his eyes sent chills down one's spine,
"Junior pays his respects to Senior. May I ask what Senior needs Junior to do?"
His figure came to an abrupt halt. As his expression changed in an instant, Qin Fengming did not hesitate in the slightest. He bowed to the Integration stage cultivator who had appeared and spoke with utmost respect,
"So you're that kid surnamed Qin. Those people from Dark Silence Hall truly did not deceive this old man. I am one of Yellow Springs Palace's Supreme Ancestors. I imagine the little fellow already knows why I've come, does he not?"
Seeing that the young cultivator before him had undergone a drastic change in expression yet had not lost his composure in the slightest, Shi Chang, an early Integration stage cultivator, could not help feeling greatly impressed. No wonder this junior before him had dared to snatch treasures from Yellow Springs Palace,
To a cultivator of the Ghost Lord realm, even one at the peak Ghost Lord level was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter before an Integration stage cultivator, utterly powerless to resist,
The gap between the two was already impossible to measure by ordinary means,
Hearing the Integration stage cultivator's words, Qin