Seeing Qin Fengming sit cross-legged on the rock, immediately close his eyes, settle into meditation, and begin cultivating, Ding Yuan and Dong Qian no longer had any fear in their eyes. What remained was respect and admiration.
The two had already taken Qin Fengming for a disciple from some super sect, out traveling for tempering.
They had never been to the Desolate Ming Land, but they knew that entering and leaving it required a Teleportation Array. Nothing else needed to be mentioned; the fee for the Teleportation Array alone was not something a Rogue Cultivator could afford.
And Qin Fengming was proficient in artifact refining and formations, which made it even more impossible for him to be a Rogue Cultivator, because both of these miscellaneous arts required unimaginable effort and resources to cultivate. A Rogue Cultivator had neither the time nor the resources.
They had no time because Rogue Cultivators needed to spend vast amounts of time groping their own way through cultivation, far inferior to sect cultivators who had many senior experts to explain cultivation insights to them, allowing them to take far fewer crooked paths. Resources went without saying; Rogue Cultivators needed to accumulate materials on their own, while if a sect valued a person's talent, it would pour resources into them and cultivate them on a grand scale.
Qin Fengming's combat strength was powerful, and his Artifact Refining Attainment was comparable to a Golden Immortal grandmaster. Such a level naturally was not something a Rogue Cultivator could achieve.
After weighing all this, the two regarded Qin Fengming as a powerful core disciple with a sect as his backing. Following such a sect disciple, they had long since thrown the matter of losing two good friends to the back of their minds.
This was the human nature of