Feng Fan and Qian Xiaoli moved side by side until Feng Fan suddenly stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Qian Xiaoli asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I just spotted our first orbs. Three green ones in that direction," Feng Fan said, pointing at an angle toward two o'clock. "There are four mid tier 2 demon beasts guarding them. Let's—"
Before he could finish, Qian Xiaoli's cultivation flared, revealing her 3rd Golden Core Formation realm.
A sleek black metal fan materialized in her hand, radiating power, and Feng Fan instantly recognized it as a top Spiritual-grade weapon.
'Rich people sure have it easy,' he thought with a smirk.
Without waiting for him, Qian Xiaoli dashed in the direction he'd indicated. The air filled with the sharp sound of slicing wind, then quickly fell silent.
Moments later, she returned with a triumphant smile. "All done. Let's head to the next spot."