Qin Shaofeng hid his left palm inside his sleeve.
He turned to glance in the direction the voice had come from. With a slight flick of his left fingers, he opened a tiny gap in the Ghost Mansion.
"Ge, stay alert. If that old fellow's remnant soul behind us tries anything, I may need you to step in," Qin Shaofeng transmitted into the Ghost Mansion.
"What you need to worry about probably isn't him."
Ge's voice appeared directly in his ears.
Not Seven Colors?
Could it be that Seven Colors truly bore him no ill will?
That shouldn't have been possible, should it?
Or did Ge mean that Seven Colors was not the greatest threat to him, and that the true greatest threat was someone else?
As he puzzled over it, he felt wave after wave of powerful energy fluctuations sweeping outward.
Thunderous booms rang out.
The darkness around them vanished in an instant.
The sudden light made even Qin Shaofeng feel waves of discomfort.
Seven Colors was right behind him.
Qin Shaofeng did not dare relax his guard. Enduring the discomfort in his eyes, he continued watching behind him, while his divine sense monitored everything it could detect.
Perhaps because of his gaze, Seven Colors actually stood still where he was.
Only after confirming that Seven Colors had made no move did he finally have the chance to observe his surroundings.
One look was all it took.
The sight gave him a terrible fright.
It was as though they had arrived in another world.
Not far away were small bridges over flowing water, pavilions, and towers. In the distance stood an unusual mountain.
The lower half of the mountain was verdant green, while its upper half was blanketed in thick snow. Yet black smoke rose from its summit, making