Qin Fengming stood in an open area halfway up the mountain, gazing at the three faint energy fluctuations dozens of li away. His expression remained completely unchanged.
With a wave of his hand, two black objects, each wrapped in a ball of yellow light, shot toward the rocks beneath his feet. The instant the yellow light touched the rocks, they rippled outward like water on a lake, and the two black objects vanished without a trace.
The rocks beneath his feet flashed and returned to normal, as though nothing had happened.
After finishing this, Qin Fengming sat cross-legged on the stone ground. His expression was exceedingly calm as he formed hand seals and slowly began recovering his magic power.
"Hahaha. Fellow Daoist Qin certainly seems to be in high spirits. Who would have thought we would meet here again?"
Just as Qin Fengming had sat down and begun meditating, a clear, hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the air ahead.
"Ah, so it's the three fellow Daoists from Myriad Spirit Island. So the three of you also left Green Snake Valley early."
Startled, Qin Fengming hurriedly opened his eyes. With a movement of his body, he shot into the air. Focusing his gaze, he saw three cultivators—two elders and one young man—hovering a hundred zhang away.
These three were none other than the three people from Myriad Spirit Island who had conducted a transaction with Qin Fengming.
"Mm, that's right. This Young Island Master indeed left before the trade fair ended. But I wonder, Fellow Daoist Qin, whether you would like to know why I left the trade fair early?"
"Why did you leave early? Could this matter have something to do with this Qin?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Fengming spoke with a trace of fright on his face.
"Hahaha.