In a hall on Manghuang Mountain, a mid Nascent Soul cultivator had just sent out a voice-transmission talisman. Before he could steady his mind and lower his hand, a sudden thunderous boom shook the air, and a figure was already standing before him.
"Deacon Wei, may I ask who received the voice-transmission talisman you just sent? Could you explain it to this old man in detail?"
As the figure appeared, an immense restraining force already enveloped the mid Nascent Soul cultivator's body. A strange energy rapidly invaded him, and this mid Nascent Soul cultivator of Manghuang Mountain offered not the slightest resistance before the magical power within his body was completely restrained.
Qin Fengming naturally had no need to concern himself with what had happened on Manghuang Mountain, nor would he take it to heart.
Ever since he had flown away from Manghuang Mountain, he had released his divine sense to its fullest. What he had to face this time was a late Integration stage cultivator, someone he had never confronted before. To say he was not apprehensive would have been a self-deceiving lie.
He had never witnessed the methods of a late Integration stage cultivator. Precisely because he had not seen them with his own eyes, unease lingered in his heart, making him all the more vigilant.
Qin Fengming's soul was naturally no weaker than that of a late Integration stage cultivator by now. An area spanning three to four thousand miles was entirely enveloped by his divine sense. With such a powerful reliance, he felt somewhat more at ease.
Although he had discovered nothing amiss in his divine sense after leaving Manghuang Mountain, nor had he found any cultivator following him, Qin Fengming had always felt uneasy. He was almost certain that Chi Yi was following far behind;