(My fellow book friends, Xuzhen has had a lot going on these days, so I can only guarantee one chapter this month. Please forgive me.)
Qin Fengming's eyes flickered, but he did not feel much of anything unusual in his heart. After meeting Mahayana cultivators, he no longer experienced the slightest disturbance in his state of mind.
Seeing that Qin Fengming's aura had not changed in the slightest, the two peak Profound Spirit cultivators exchanged a glance. They both saw a trace of unusualness in the other's eyes.
Mahayana cultivators were not people just anyone could see with their own eyes.
Some cultivators—even Profound Spirit Existence—might go their entire lives without seeing the face of a Mahayana cultivator.
Judging from the expression of the early Profound Spirit cultivator beside them, the two had already determined that this extraordinary young man had likely seen a Mahayana cultivator before and had enjoyed considerable dealings with one.
Qin Fengming naturally knew exactly what the two men's expressions meant. He was certain that if they learned he had once personally faced the full-force attack of a Mahayana Existence, he truly had no idea what sort of expressions they would wear.
The three did not speak further. With a flash of their figures, they entered the vast waters.
Several days later, a mass of mist radiating a chilly aura appeared before the three of them.
"This region possesses an extremely potent ability to erode a cultivator's soul, and the deeper one travels, the stronger the Illusionary Effect that emerges. Thus, even we have no desire to enter the Yin Mist. For the sake of safety, we'd better wait outside the mist for Senior Miao Lin to send someone to receive us."
As he spoke, a pale-green voice-transmission talisman shot away, and Yuwen Changgeng spoke with