Qin Fengming raised his head and looked toward the group that had appeared, his gaze suddenly turning solemn.
The group that had appeared was not large, numbering only fifteen. Yet every one of those dozen or so cultivators possessed extraordinary cultivation. Aside from two mid-Profound Spirit cultivators, there were actually twelve late-Profound Spirit and peak Profound Spirit cultivators among them.
And among them stood a handsome middle-aged man dressed in multicolored robes that shimmered like rosy clouds.
The person who had caused Qin Fengming's expression to suddenly turn solemn was precisely this middle-aged cultivator. Although the aura radiating from his entire body showed him to be at the late Profound Spirit stage, Qin Fengming sensed something unusual about him.
It was an aura that only Mahayana cultivators could possess. If one's soul realm was not high enough, it was simply impossible to discern.
Upon sensing such an aura, Qin Fengming immediately became certain that this middle-aged cultivator was a Mahayana cultivator.
He had already asked Chao Zhang about it. Although the Black Swallow Clan nominally had two surviving Mahayana cultivators, one of them had ceased appearing in the Cultivation World long ago. Only Old Ancestor Yunhuo of Cloud Fire Ravine had appeared in public during the past several thousand years.
Old Ancestor Yunhuo was an old man with grizzled hair, whereas the middle-aged man before him was clearly not Old Ancestor Yunhuo.
Since he was not Old Ancestor Yunhuo, and Chao Zhang had shown no unusual reaction, he naturally could not be that Black Swallow Clan Mahayana cultivator who had long since stopped appearing.
This person was definitely not a cultivator of the Black Swallow Clan.
The speaker was a thin, tall old man. His complexion was ruddy, but beneath that healthy redness lurked a hint of chill.
Qin Fengming