There could be no mistake.
Pressure of this magnitude had absolutely exceeded the Third Tier.
Cong Yuzhen shifted her eyes slightly, struggling to look toward the procession.
What she saw only deepened her shock and uncertainty.
The Demon Race procession was rather peculiar.
From a distance, it actually resembled a human cultivator's sedan chair. Only it was much larger.
All its bearers were Fox Demons; a casual glance revealed eight or nine of them.
Spirit foxes also led the way ahead on both sides, their heads lowered.
Layer upon layer of gauzy curtains stirred gently with its movement, releasing a fragrant breeze.
Just then.
A slender, jade-white hand gently lifted the great sedan's gauzy curtain.
"Mountain Lord, those two are the human cultivators who told me Song Yan's whereabouts earlier."
"The male cultivator's lineage also has some connection to me."
The voice sounded somewhat aged, yet quite familiar.
"Oh? Such a coincidence-"
Another woman's voice followed, languid and alluring. Its sound alone could make a listener's heart itch.
"He-knows that Song Yan, does he?"
"Mountain Lord, both of these human cultivators come from the Chu Kingdom. They should both know him."
Though the woman's voice was exceptionally lovely, Li Qingfeng was clearly more familiar with the other voice.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Granny Guanpo?!
This was-Qingqiu's procession?!
Qingqiu really was searching for Song Yan.
Just then, the woman withdrew her hand.
The gauze fell back into place.
Only a languid voice drifted out of the sedan. "Bring them along. We'll go to the Heavenly Capital together."
"Yes."
The words had barely fallen when a demonic wind sprang up out of nowhere.
The strange wind blotted out the sky and sun, sweeping inward to scoop up Li Qingfeng and Cong Yuzhen, who could not move.
The two felt heaven and earth