Qin Fengming's words had carried profound meaning, but since the other party no longer wished to speak, Mo Ye naturally could not force the matter.
The group set off again, with Qin Fengming still trailing at the rear.
Qin Fengming's expression was calm at that moment, as if nothing were amiss. But inside, his heart was surging like a tempest, and even forcibly suppressing it could barely calm it down. He was absolutely intent on investigating the place where the mist lay.
Although Qin Fengming had only just arrived in the Aoteng Interface, he had already sensed many secrets that even the great cultivators of the Aoteng Interface had never known.
Moreover, the more he learned of those secrets, the harder it became for him to remain calm.
This interface was truly an extraordinary place. Qin Fengming could assert that the secrets hidden within it were even more shocking and unbelievable than the fantastical, unimaginable events he had encountered in the Spirit Realm.
Although Qin Fengming did not truly wish to rack his brains uncovering the many secrets of the Aoteng Interface, he had a feeling that this journey through the Aoteng Interface would surely bring him face-to-face with a major event its cultivators had never encountered before.
This was not baseless speculation. The reason he had come to the Aoteng Interface this time was precisely because he had pursued the auras of two great fiends here.
Earlier, he had even encountered that Zhu Nou.
And as rumors concerning the Aoteng Interface reached his ears in bits and pieces, Qin Fengming grew increasingly fascinated and curious about this interface.
The deeper he learned about the Aoteng Interface, the more a strange sensation he could not understand suddenly began to well up in his chest. He could not make sense of