At this time, apart from Qin Fengming, this Qin, and the Yinluo Holy Lord, there were eighteen other cultivators present. Some sat cross-legged alone on rocks in the distance, while others gathered in groups of three or five.
Seeing the pair of young men and women who had just appeared remain so calm and unhurried before that stunning female cultivator who made everyone shudder, quite a few cultivators cast curious looks their way.
Several even revealed faint schadenfreude. Among them were a bald monk and an old man. These two were precisely Wu Yin and an old Spirit Devouring Sect elder, who had once fought with Qin Fengming.
The two were more than a dozen yards from the Yinluo Holy Lord, their expressions exceedingly gloomy. Yet when they looked at Qin Fengming, their eyes held both hatred and a trace of mockery. It seemed they were delighted to watch the spectacle after hearing Qin Fengming speak to the Yinluo Holy Lord that way.
Wu Yin and the other man had originally entered Nine Heavens Mountain long after everyone else.
By a stroke of blind luck, however, the route they took happened to coincide with the Yinluo Holy Lord's. Thus, they had encountered no danger or obstruction along the way.
But they had not obtained any precious treasures either, which naturally left them deeply disappointed and helpless.
Just as they reached a valley, the Yinluo Holy Lord and an old man suddenly appeared before them.
At the time, in Wu Yin and the elder's eyes, the female cultivator and the old man before them had not been taken seriously at all.
Thus, when the two sides met, trouble was inevitable. After a verbal clash, they began fighting.
The instant they exchanged blows, Wu Yin and the elder were utterly shocked. The