The towering mountain stood in a barren, uninhabited region. The nearest sect with cultivators living there was a full ten million li away. Although this place was not considered the Wilderness, it lay at its very edge.
Qin Fengming was not surprised in the slightest that Tenglong Pavilion had established its headquarters in such a remote place.
Yet when he saw the mountain before him, even Qin Fengming—whose expression had always remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed before him—could not help but show a change in countenance.
Although he suppressed it in an instant, the fact that even Qin Fengming, with his tenacious state of mind, had failed to control his expression could absolutely be considered astonishing.
From a distance, the mountain before them gave off not the slightest trace of restrictive energy, seeming like an utterly ordinary mountain. Yet when they were dozens of li away, an illusory feeling emerged before them.
When his gaze entered that layer of gray-white mist, he unexpectedly could not see the mountain's true body.
It was as if the mountain itself were an illusory existence.
"Eh? Fellow Daoist Qin actually discovered the existence of my Tenglong Pavilion headquarters from dozens of li away. That truly surprises me, Dou. Could it be that your spiritual sense is even stronger than mine?"
Qin Fengming's slight abnormality still escaped neither the notice nor the detection of Dou Yun, who was flying beside him while controlling a flying artifact. Seeing that fleeting change in Qin Fengming's expression, Dou Yun's heart stirred at once. He looked toward Qin Fengming and spoke.
At Dou Yun's words, Fefeng Immortal Fairy and Ling Feng, who had come along with him, also turned their gazes toward Qin Fengming.
"Reporting to the seniors, how could this junior possess such powerful spiritual sense?