And just as Cheng Qingling put down her hands, she abruptly felt as if there was a gaze fixed upon her from not too far away. This sensation made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She swiftly turned her head towards the location she perceived but found that there wasn't a single person worth suspecting.
Could it be that she was mistaken?
In fact, Cheng Qingling's feeling was not wrong at all; someone was indeed watching her, it was just that the person's cultivation level was so high that she couldn't detect it.
A hundred yards to the west of Cheng Qingling, two people were standing; one of them was indeed Fu Yuqing.
However, at this moment, Fu Yuqing was using a bamboo hat to cover her features, and standing next to her was the mysterious man Zheng Ming had encountered.
He still held a folding fan in his hand, and he looked indifferently at Xu Jinhong as he executed the Wind Thunder First Sword.
In his eyes, Xu Jinhong's sword strike was nothing more than a toy.
