The figure was wrapped from head to toe in a black-robed artifact, its face obscured. Yet its aura was deep and powerful; clearly, it was not at the Qi Refining First Layer.
Even though the Treasure-Gathering Boat had already traveled far away, this person still did not dare lift his head and look directly at the great vessel's retreating form.
Eyes Cannot Behold, its radiance blazing—this belongs to Great Sun True Qi. Could it be Dry Yang True Qi?
He murmured inwardly, a flicker of relief passing through his lowered eyes.
Good thing I cultivated Eye in the Mist, allowing me to peer into this place through the great fog of this river region. And that man's True Qi radiance was all directed at those three Ape Demons. With the Shadow-Escape Cloak concealing me, I barely escaped the True Qi's blinding glare without exposing myself.
Otherwise, even with my Qi Refining Third Layer cultivation, I might have died on the spot...
Remembering what he had just seen in the mist, he felt a chill creep into his heart.
Six True Qi cultivators. There were another two aboard the boat who never acted, but they must have been gathering True Qi as well?
Eight True Qi cultivators—what great sect had sent disciples here for training? The Heaven-Gazing Sect?
I merely stirred up the demon calamity at Lockmist Ferry a little, hoping to lure in a few reckless Mystic Dao cultivators to slay demons. How did I draw figures like this?
His brows drew tight, unease flashing through his heart.
Still, he remained calm and did not forget why he had emerged from the fog.
He carefully rose into the air, arriving before the woods on the riverbank, then pricked up his ears.
Green spiritual light flickered within his ears, and faint