Those streaks of escaping light moved incredibly fast. Before long, they had reached a point several miles to Qin Fengming's front left.
Although the group had used an escape art that concealed their forms, under the powerful divine senses of the others, they were still locked onto with ease.
There were five of them. The highest in cultivation was an old man at the peak Ghost Commander stage. The other four—three men and one woman—were all at the late Ghost Commander stage. A group with such strength could already be considered quite formidable.
"Fellow Daoists, please stop for a moment. This old man has a few questions to ask. I hope you won't begrudge me your guidance."
A streak of dark light flashed, and Li Changshan's figure appeared before the five.
"Who are you, and why are you intercepting us? Ah, you are a Senior Ghost Lord! This junior failed to see your cultivation clearly. Please forgive me, Senior. We are people from the Dragon Tiger Gang. May I ask what instructions Senior has for us? Whatever we know, we will certainly tell you everything without reservation."
The old man who had been fleeing at full speed was suddenly confronted by an old man blocking his path. Anger immediately surged across his face. But after sensing the immense pressure radiating from the old man before him, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly bowed and spoke as such.
He was an extremely sly and experienced man. Facing Li Changshan, he first revealed his origins.
The Dragon Tiger Gang—Li Changshan had actually heard of it.
It was a powerful gang in the Western Region. The Dragon Tiger Gang had existed for an extremely long time, reportedly for tens of thousands of years. Two great Integration stage cultivators had once emerged from its