Although the black-clad death warrior was thoroughly dead, Qin Shaofeng could still sense that he had been a seventh-level Xiantian Grandmaster.
But then again, why had a death warrior appeared here?
Qin Shaofeng's heart stirred, and he immediately extended his divine sense to search the death warrior's soul.
Although the man was already dead and his soul had dissipated,
with Qin Shaofeng's divine sense, he still managed to uncover some lingering fragments of images.
Yet those images held nothing unusual for Qin Shaofeng. They were merely scenes from the death warrior's daily life.
However, it was precisely these images that allowed Qin Shaofeng to completely confirm that the man was definitely a death warrior trained by some major power.
Because within his memories, aside from three meals a day, there was only relentless cultivation year after year, as well as scenes of him carrying out missions.
What was strangest was that, even so, this death warrior seemed not to know who his true master was.
Moreover, the images were too incomplete, leaving Qin Shaofeng unable to determine where he had come from.
Had Qin Shaofeng performed a soul search just after the man's death, he would have been able to uncover many more memory fragments.
But some time had already passed since the man died. This was already the limit.
He truly could not uncover the man's origins, nor did he even know his purpose.
Qin Shaofeng's brows furrowed slightly. He could only say to Old Scorpion, "Pass down the order. Keep a closer watch during this period!"
"Yes!" Old Scorpion nodded and was about to leave.
But then Qin Shaofeng suddenly recalled something and said, "Wait. Take these twenty pills. You and the Black Tiger brothers can keep ten, while the rest should be given to ten people with