Qin Ming gazed at Feixian Mountain cloaked in the vast night, and asked, "Are there any more masters?"
He intended to climb the mountain overnight and needed to inquire thoroughly.
His Taoist pursuits had become increasingly profound, enabling him to engage beings of the highest order, and though he'd sparred and battled fiercely, he had yet to vanquish a Great Saint of the current era.
Jia Heng pondered, and said, "That White Qilin holds a high status; perhaps there really are other strong ones accompanying him."
With a mere wave of its hand, the White Qilin could dispatch three Grandmasters down the mountain, clearly showing its extraordinary standing.
Jia Heng, with a worried expression, advised that it was best to leave quickly while the situation had not yet escalated, lest facing a great disaster just from the current circumstances.
