The Falling Phoenix Mountain Range lay in the central part of the Northern Frontier. Its mountains stretched endlessly across a vast expanse, and peak after peak was blanketed in snow. Wherever one looked, silver radiance flashed.
Standing atop a mountain peak, Qin Fengming could not help but feel a surge in his heart.
His name contained the character "Feng," while this place was called the Falling Phoenix Mountain Range. The names clashed, giving rise to a faintly strange feeling within him.
Of course, cultivators would not concern themselves with such things. He had stopped only because he wanted to find someone to identify the direction for him.
His figure flashed, and Qin Fengming flew rapidly in a certain direction. Quite a few cultivators were gathered there.
"Everyone, stop. Where are you hurrying off to?" Qin Fengming abruptly appeared before a group of cultivators. With a wave of his hand, a surge of power swept out and restrained their rapid flight.
"Greetings, Senior. May we ask what instructions Senior has for us? We will certainly obey."
The group was terrified. They understood that this cultivator, who had suddenly appeared and stopped them with a wave of his hand, was far stronger than they were. Thus, every one of them bowed, trembling like cicadas in winter.
"I want to know where the Luo Feng Sect Marketplace is." Qin Fengming did not waste words and asked directly.
"Fly northeast from here. You'll see an area where many cultivators are scattered about. Senior will then be able to find the Marketplace." An elderly man who had been bold enough to speak lowered his head and answered respectfully.
Qin Fengming nodded. Without making things difficult for them, he flashed away and disappeared before the group.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, that Senior is clearly a profound master-level