Qin Fengming and Lu Haobo did not have to wait long. After merely the time it took to burn a stick of incense, three figures emerged from the thin mist ahead.
The fact that the Divine Connection cultivator had notified the elders of Blood Crane Mountain so quickly was thanks in no small part to Qin Fengming's pill. It had rendered an outstanding service.
"Hahaha! I never expected City Lord Lu to come to my Blood Crane Mountain. This has truly delighted Xu Hong. I was slow to welcome you—please don't take offense, City Lord Lu."
As the figures appeared, a hearty laugh like the peal of a great bell rang out across the area.
The voice was sonorous, like a golden bell struck without warning. It reverberated through the vast mountain range and rolled into the distance like surging waves.
Hearing those words, Qin Fengming's expression immediately changed.
The speaker's voice was not especially loud, but it carried the clang of weapons. As it spread, it surged forth with the fury of armies and warhorses.
The speaker who had appeared was clearly someone who cultivated a metal-attributed technique.
Moreover, Qin Fengming needed only to sweep over him rapidly with his divine sense to feel that the man had already laid some foundation in comprehending the artistic conception of metal-attributed laws.
The speaker was a burly cultivator. His body was powerfully built, his dark face tinged with red, and his eyes shone brightly. An air of vigorous vitality radiated from him. With him stood a fair-faced young man who appeared somewhat frail. Naturally, the Divine Connection cultivator accompanied the two of them.
When Lu Haobo saw the burly man appear, his expression froze slightly, but then delight blossomed across his face. He hurriedly said, "I never expected to meet Brother