"True Immortal mighty one!"
Qin Fengming twisted aside, his body flashing as he swiftly seized several Dry Nether Crystal Stones. Before he could act, the pursuing True Immortal Dou De abruptly halted. Qin Fengming did not flee either, instead stopping atop a hill.
Qin Fengming was not afraid. He sensed that this rapidly arriving man did not seem to be an enemy.
"Who are you?" True Immortal Dou De did not recognize the newcomer. Stopping short, he demanded sharply.
The newcomer was a young cultivator only in his twenties. His aura was greatly suppressed by the heavens and earth here and was not particularly apparent, but his divine soul surged with an aura unmistakably belonging to a True Immortal.
"This old man is Dai Yao, of Xuan Yi Palace. Who might you be, Fellow Daoist?" The young cultivator looked at True Immortal Dou De, likewise not recognizing him.
The Miro Realm was far too vast. Let alone True Immortals, even Dao Lords might not have traversed every region governed by the various immortal palaces.
Qin Fengming's heart thumped. He was quite familiar with Xuan Yi Palace, for he carried an item from Xuan Yi Palace on him. Could this Xuan Yi Palace True Immortal mighty one have come for that item?
"This old man is Dou De of Mo Yin Palace. Do you intend to interfere in the affairs of my Mo Yin Palace, Fellow Daoist?" Dou De glared at the youth, his tone exceedingly hostile. The divine soul clouds above his head still churned, streaks of cyan lightning appearing and vanishing within them. Terrifying divine soul energy roiled as he had already prepared for battle.
"Fellow Daoist of Mo Yin Palace, what a grand tone you have. So what if I interfere? Come, come, come—let us have a battle."