At this moment, Qin Fengming had said nothing, and his expression was exceedingly calm, but inside, his heart was surging like storm-tossed waves.
Although the middle-aged woman before him and her elder brother had shown nothing unusual since appearing in Huwang Tribe, Qin Fengming's powerful divine sense still detected some clues.
The An siblings were exceedingly deferential toward Ling Yi, but deep in their eyes, a trace of hard-to-detect viciousness would occasionally flash. Such a tiny change in expression would be extremely difficult for others to notice.
That was because no one dared meet the gazes of the siblings.
Yet beneath Qin Fengming's enveloping divine sense, not even the slightest movement from the two could escape his scrutiny.
Through his conversation with the three men, Qin Fengming had already learned quite a bit about the so-called tribal Divine Temple. He had even made a point of asking extensively about the so-called Divine Temple Saintess. Yang Xiong had once said that the Saintess was immensely powerful, and her strength was in no way inferior to that of cultivators in the outside world's Ghost Lord realm.
Upon hearing this, Qin Fengming's heart filled with dread. He did not believe he could display methods comparable to those of the Ghost Lord realm.
From what Yang Xiong and the other two had said, Qin Fengming also learned that if the Saintess could cultivate to a level comparable to the peak Ghost Lord, she would be able to shatter the void of this plane, leave this place, and enter the Ghost Realm.
The three of them had only heard this tale themselves. In the countless tens of thousands of years since the Land of Lice Dragons had existed, no generation of Saintess had ever accomplished such a feat.
The speaker had no intention, but the