Art of Cursing

Although Qin Fengming did not know what sort of curse Sima Bo intended to place on him, there was one thing he understood. No matter what kind of curse it was, none had the function of real-time monitoring. At most, it could transmit information when a specific condition occurred.

It was just like when he had slain the Young Master of the Ghostly Nether Sect. The Sect Master of the Ghostly Nether Sect, tens of thousands of miles away, had immediately learned that his own son had perished and sent people to hunt Qin Fengming down.

Such a condition was not restricted by distance. Even if they were tens of millions of miles apart, once this curse was activated, the information would still be transmitted back.

If the curse had only this kind of effect, Qin Fengming naturally had nothing to worry about. At this thought, Qin Fengming bowed and saluted. "Thank you, Master. I've never heard of such a curse before, so I was somewhat hesitant. Please forgive me, Master. But when will you cast it?"

"Hehe, there's no rush. You can make arrangements for everything concerning this trip to the Sky Flame Mountain Range first. It won't be too late to cast it afterward." Sima Bo smiled faintly. Seeing how cautious the young cultivator before him was, he showed no displeasure at all.

Cultivation was no less than defying the heavens. Being careful and cautious was something one had no choice but to do. Only by remaining cautious at every turn could one hope to live a little longer in the Cultivation World.

"Yes, Master." As Qin Fengming spoke, he withdrew to the side. He knew that his own affairs should be considered concluded by now. Next came the other matters of Manghuang Mountain.

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