This was the second time Qin Fengming had heard of Earth Ranking cultivators. Yang She had once described them to him in detail.
He knew that the methods of the Earth Ranking cultivators of Three Talents Hall were extraordinarily powerful, but after hearing everyone's discussion, his heart was still shaken.
A cultivator capable of battling an early Spirit Severing stage cultivator had actually been unable to defeat someone ranked only eighty-seventh on the Earth Ranking. Qin Fengming could not help but grow somewhat wary of Earth Ranking cultivators.
He had originally intended to find an Earth Ranking cultivator for a fight and thereby seek the three requirements from Three Talents Hall.
But now it seemed that even if he defeated an Earth Ranking cultivator, as long as he remained in the Dark Sea Region, he would be challenged by large numbers of cultivators. That clearly did not accord with Qin Fengming's usual low-key style.
Qin Fengming stood there for a moment before turning around again, intending to leave amid the crowd's discussion.
A faint glimmer flashed at the entrance of the hall, and a figure appeared before him. Qin Fengming had turned around a little too quickly, while the person entering was also walking at a brisk pace. With the hall's restrictions blocking their view, neither of them had noticed the other, and they nearly collided head-on.
"Sorry for the trouble, this Gong was in too much of a hurry. I hope Fellow Daoist won't take offense."
The newcomer was a black-haired old man who looked barely over fifty. He had a genial expression and, without waiting for Qin Fengming to speak, clasped his hands and said courteously.
Such a bearing and such polite words usually came from shopkeepers in mortal cities who sold all kinds of goods.
Yet this