"Senior Brother Feng!"
"Senior Martial Uncle!"
The mist filling the sky slowly drifted down.
The Returning Wind Valley disciples who had hurried over at the sound were restricted by the second Air-Sealing Talisman and had been forced to run along the ground. They had only just arrived.
Yet they saw the round-faced, middle-aged cultivator standing alone in midair, his expression dazed. There was no sign of any other cultivator nearby.
Bewilderment immediately filled their hearts.
The round-faced, middle-aged cultivator seemed to wake from a dream and waved a hand.
The cultivators felt their bodies lighten as the invisible force weighing on them instantly dissipated.
"Senior Brother Feng, where is that rogue cultivator from just now?"
The long-faced cultivator flew up of his own accord and asked.
"He left."
The round-faced, middle-aged cultivator looked grave. Hearing the long-faced cultivator's question, he shook his head slightly.
"He might not be a rogue cultivator. During our exchange just now, if he hadn't been in a hurry to leave, I probably wouldn't have been his match either. With his formidable strength and exquisite techniques, there are probably only a handful in the Three Great Sects who could defeat him."
"What?!"
The long-faced cultivator was startled.
This Senior Brother Feng was already among the strongest cultivators beneath Returning Wind Valley's five Gold Core True Persons.
If he dared say such a thing, he was probably eighty or ninety percent certain.
Vigilance and contemplation immediately appeared in the long-faced cultivator's eyes.
"At this sensitive time, with the Hundred-Pill Gathering's second-tier alchemists missing, this man appeared nearby under suspicious circumstances. Could he be..."
To his surprise, the cultivator surnamed Feng immediately rejected his conjecture.
"His presence was unfamiliar, yet his strength was astonishing. Most likely, he was merely passing through, and we happened to encounter him."
"Besides,