"Could it be the Nascent Soul Ancestor?!"
The burly man's complexion changed drastically, his legs became weak, and he almost knelt down to beg for mercy.
If it wasn't for the Nascent Soul old monster, how could they have failed to detect any trace of him?
"Do not lose your composure; if it was a Nascent Soul Ancestor, you and I would have been dead long ago. It's probably just some marvelous concealment techniques or perhaps the aid of some treasure or secret talisman, playing tricks on us nearby!"
Wei Qingfeng's eyes flashed repeatedly as he deployed several Spiritual Eye Skills in succession, but he was utterly unable to locate the newcomer's trace. His face hardened, and he thumped his chest in frustration.
He opened his mouth and spat out a beam of blue light, revealing an ancient, blue oil-paper umbrella that opened up, turning its blue spiritual energy into pine needles, showering down like rain.
