Crack, crack. Several fierce gusts flashed past, and the two mirrors that had loomed in the fog before them were shattered in succession by Zhao Qifeng and Xu Suqin's attacks. As the fog mirrors broke apart, several of them felt their bodies sway, and the place where they appeared became a pine forest shaded by dense trees, with heavy fog all around. The pine woods flickered in and out of sight.
Two figures vanished into the pine forest one after another.
"That short, sturdy old man and the woman in blue robes are quite powerful. Their origins are unknown, and they aren't from any nearby immortal sect. Should we take care of them?"
A ruthless glint flashed through Zhao Qifeng's eyes. If they were outside, let alone the pitifully low chance of successfully killing a True Immortal, even heavily injuring one would be difficult when their strengths were close, much less taking their life. Moreover, every True Immortal had some force behind them. A small one, such as the Aristocratic Clan behind him, was hardly worth mentioning to a True Immortal. But someone like Xinhong, who came from an immortal sect, could not be offended lightly.
The sect master of the Cloudglow Immortal Sect was a powerhouse rumored to have advanced to the Second Realm of True Immortals as early as a thousand years ago. He was far beyond what he and Xu Suqin could match even by joining forces. Once she learned that Xinhong had been severely wounded—or even killed—by another True Immortal, she would certainly come seeking revenge.
Yet in this land of mist, killing one or two powerhouses of the same rank could bring unimaginable gains. Compared with relying on the family cultivators to scrape together resources, venturing out on his own was much faster. The saying