Sensing Yao Yan's thoughts, Yi Feng Chen's voice drifted over again. "I never would have guessed you went through something like that as a child. No wonder you don't act like a normal Demonic Cultivator."
For the first time, emotion colored Yao Yan's words to Yi Feng Chen. "You'd better stop prying into my thoughts..."
His voice was chilling, edged with murderous intent, and for a moment, it truly intimidated Yi Feng Chen.
So this was the real Yao Yan? Was he so unwilling to let me probe because this was a secret buried deep in his heart?
Yi Feng Chen felt as though he had discovered something extraordinary, and his spirits lifted.
But Yao Yan paid Yi Feng Chen no further attention. Instead, he looked toward a spot not far away...
Several figures raced through the dense jungle, moving too quickly for ordinary eyes to track.
A young Qi Refining cultivator gathering spirit plants at the jungle's outer edge was just about to stand when he felt a fierce gust sweep past him.
The gust sent him swaying, nearly sweeping him off his feet.
Once he steadied himself, the young Qi Refining cultivator looked around in alarm, only to discover that there was no wind blowing nearby.
He scratched his head, baffled. "How strange. Was I imagining things?"
Whatever the case, a faint unease lingered in his heart. He hurriedly straightened out his herb basket and left.
Most Qi Refining disciples of the Sect were still in the sheltered stage of ignorance and could not readily distinguish demonic qi. Had a High-Ranking Cultivator been beside him, they would have detected the dense demonic qi permeating the air.
But viewed another way, had this young cultivator not just escaped with his life?
Of the two women being pursued, one