Although this black-clad death warrior had died completely, Qin Shaofeng could still sense that the man had likely 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 dispersed,
with Qin Shaofeng's divine sense, he still managed to search out some lingering fragments.
Yet those fragments held nothing unusual for Qin Shaofeng. They were merely scenes from the death warrior's daily life.
However, it was precisely those scenes that allowed Qin Shaofeng to thoroughly confirm that the man had definitely been a death warrior trained by some major power.
Because in the man's memories, apart from three meals a day, there was only cultivation day after day, year after year, along with scenes of carrying out missions.
Most strangely, even so, this death warrior seemed not to know who his true master was.
Moreover, the fragments were far too incomplete, so Qin Shaofeng had no idea where the man had come from.
Had he performed a soul search right after the man died, he could have uncovered far more memory fragments.
But some time had already passed since the man's death. This was already the limit.
Unable to uncover the man's origins—or even his purpose—Qin Shaofeng could not help frowning slightly. He could only say to Scorpion Elder, "Pass down the order. Be more alert during this period."
"Yes!" Scorpion Elder nodded and was about to leave.
But Qin Shaofeng suddenly recalled something and spoke up. "Wait. Take these twenty pills. You and the Black Tiger brothers keep ten. Have the remaining ten taken by ten people with potential."
With a wave of Qin Shaofeng's hand, a jade