"Fellow Daoists Hong Qing and Hong Quan have returned with Master Qi. I wonder what gains they might have made?"
Everyone began speaking one after another, clearly intending to ease the tense atmosphere in the great hall.
The voices naturally disrupted the standoff between Qin Fengming and the middle-aged man surnamed Bai. Qin Fengming turned toward the entrance of the great hall, and his gaze quickly locked onto the old man.
The two men had similar features, making them almost impossible to distinguish. Their auras were deep and powerful, giving off an overwhelming sense of strength. But Qin Fengming paid them no attention. Instead, he focused on the old man who appeared to be in his eighties or nineties.
There was no other reason. Qin Fengming sensed a rich aura of restrictions on the old man.
Such an aura usually only clung to those who had studied restriction Spirit Patterns for many years. Ordinary cultivators could hardly discern it, but as a grandmaster of formations, Qin Fengming sensed it at once.
This old man was undoubtedly a supreme figure in The Path of Formations.
"This master's formation skills are earth-shaking. With a single formation flag, he cowed Bai Shichuan. Tell me, who in the Tianhong Realm could possess such methods?" the other man with identical features said, a smile appearing on his face as the icy aura around him grew even denser.
It was obvious that these two cultivators with identical features were at odds with the middle-aged man surnamed Bai. Thus, they had begun ridiculing him the moment they arrived.
"Hong Quan, are you courting death? Have you forgotten what happened in the Red Miasma Mountains two hundred years ago? If you hadn't fled for your life, you would have been dead long ago." The middle-aged man surnamed Bai's