The sudden question caught her by surprise.
Seeing the expectant look in Yi Feng's eyes, she could more or less guess the truth.
Yi Feng was merely a Half-Saint, with no Power of the Great Dao emanating from him. His talent was limited, and his cultivation would be hard-pressed to advance any further in this life. Having heard of Lan Star's greatness, it was only natural that he yearned for it.
People climbed to higher ground; there was nothing strange about that.
After pondering briefly, Qing Yin Xianyun looked at him seriously.
"We are indeed preparing to select talents and send them to Lan Star for training. But speaking honestly, your aptitude does not meet the requirements."
"However, if you can accompany us in completing this mission and fulfill your duties as a guide afterward, that will count as a great contribution. At that time, I may be able to grant you a spot."
Just as Yi Feng was about to speak, the elderly man who had been standing silently ahead suddenly called out.
"Not good! There are figures of the Devil Race ahead!"
Hearing this, Qing Yin Xianyun looked into the distance. Sure enough, enormous shadows seemed to be darting through the black mist. Spreading her divine sense to its limits, she also detected several formidable auras.
She rose to her feet, lowered her head, and said to Yi Feng, "You now know what you need to know, so this journey is of utmost importance. Since we have discovered the Devil Race, we will go slay them. I must trouble you to remain behind and guard the flying boat."
With that, three streaks of light shot into the black mist, leaving Yi Feng gazing after them helplessly.
Miss Qing Yin and those two were powerful cultivators. After a quarter-hour