"Fellow Daoist Qin is fine!" Upon suddenly hearing Qin Fengming's voice, Fairy Ying Yi immediately looked relieved and hurriedly spoke.
It was impossible for a person's tone of voice to be imitated so perfectly by someone who had nothing to do with him and had possessed his body.
As Qin Fengming's words fell, he had already sat cross-legged on a level stretch of ground. Mist surged around his entire body as he began his secluded cultivation.
What Qin Fengming had experienced in the mountain-forest mist was something Mo Ye and Fairy Ying Yi both desperately wanted to know. With his flesh and blood reduced to a bloody mess, he had clearly gone through a life-and-death ordeal.
They looked at Qin Fengming, whose aura continued to surge within the enveloping mist, then at the mountain-forest mist in the distance, which had already regained its calm. Their expressions solemn, neither of them said a word.
Qin Fengming's secluded cultivation this time lasted a very long while—fully thirty-five days—before a sudden howl burst from him.
The howl was not loud enough to hurt the ears, but it was extremely long, seeming to contain boundless excitement.
As the howl resounded, the mist around him, which had already settled, suddenly drew inward and vanished. Qin Fengming's figure appeared before the two of them.
The moment the howl began, Fairy Ying Yi and Mo Ye had already shot to their feet and looked toward Qin Fengming.
Now that Qin Fengming suddenly appeared before them, Mo Ye cried out in surprise. "Fellow Daoist, your aura has grown considerably denser. Could it be that your cultivation has advanced again?"
A cultivator's cultivation advancing did not mean that he had broken through a bottleneck and reached a higher realm. Within any minor realm, a cultivator's aura would also undergo