The wind was fierce and its remnant force still lingered around.
Tian Mingzi was caught in the whirls of airborne sand and gravel, his eyes strained to stay open. Fortunately, it wasn't a severe problem. Accustomed to ignoring everything in his sight, he swept his divine consciousness ahead.
He saw nothing but managed to sense some human-like figure. Whether it was its cultivation realm or species, he knew nothing.
At this juncture, Lu Bei was hidden behind a black-veined mask, and his realm was blurred due to the Dispersing God Skill. Even if a Mahayana cultivator were to come, he wouldn't be able to identify Lu Bei's true identity, let alone Tian Mingzi who was only in the Void-Refining Realm.
When in doubt, lower your stance.
Tian Mingzi made a bow with hands folded in front, saying respectfully, "This place is Hengshui Mountain, territory of a vassal to Zhaoqin, this junior Tian Mingzi greets you, senior."
