As Qin Fengming stood atop the tall stone platform and gazed at the coffin before him, a wild laugh suddenly rang out in the distance. A figure shrouded in black mist shot over like a gale and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The figure halted, revealing a child who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
"You actually saw through this Qin's Wind Concealment Talisman?" Qin Fengming's expression changed drastically when he saw the Ghost Cultivator pierce through his concealment in a single move.
Although the Wind Concealment Talisman was not considered particularly advanced in the Spirit Realm, it was still a high-grade concealment talisman. After Qin Fengming had refined it with the mysterious spirit liquid, its grade had undoubtedly risen another level.
By Qin Fengming's estimation, even if he activated this talisman now, it would be difficult for a mid or late Spirit Severing stage cultivator to see through it. Yet the Ghost Cultivator before him had not only identified his figure but had already seen through his concealment from an extremely distant place.
Qin Fengming did not feel afraid merely because the Ghost Cultivator had revealed himself. What truly astonished him was that the other party had seen through his figure in a single glance.
"The Wind Concealment Talisman? Hmph. You think a mere talisman can fool this old man? You're making things far too easy. Don't you know that, as a body of a wraith, I'm extraordinarily sensitive to anything carrying the aura of a soul?" The childlike Ghost Cultivator looked at Qin Fengming with unconcealed disdain.
Although the Ghost Cultivator now possessed a child's body and even his voice sounded no more than youthful, his tone and bearing were ancient beyond his years. He even sounded as though