Outside the silent riverside woods stood a deserted cliff.
Qin Yicao hurried out of the woods, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Hmm?"
The scent of the powder had dissipated here.
He fully extended his Divine Sense and surveyed his surroundings, but found no trace of anyone.
Had I lost him?
With utmost vigilance, he activated his Protective Spirit Garment. Beneath the broad sleeves of his purple Daoist Robe, several Spirit Talismans were clamped between his fingertips.
His right hand held an Initiation Dao Seal, ready to summon his Law Artifact at any moment.
Hmph, hiding your head and showing your tail.
The fact that the other man was avoiding him only made him more certain that his cultivation was low, and that his status as a Rogue Cultivator made him afraid to have too much involvement with him.
That was why he had wanted to leave the gathering early and get far away.
Moreover, the man must have used that evil technique that granted a final flicker of life to swindle that spirit sword from that fool Xiao Ming!
Qin Yicao walked slowly toward the river, feeling much more at ease.
With his cultivation at Qi Refining Perfection, along with that secret technique, he would surely cut this man down.
In fact, he would not even need to lift a finger against a Rogue Cultivator like this. Merely invoking the name of his Xuanyuan Sect would be enough to cow him into handing over the spirit sword.
It was a lovely thought, but... where was the man now?
Qin Yicao was silently puzzling over this when a clear voice suddenly rang out overhead.
"Immortal Qin, you've followed me all this way. May I ask what business you have with me?"
Qin Yicao's mind reeled. He shot several steps backward and jerked