Jing Xingzhi

Mo Tiange focused her gaze, only to see light flashing at the spot where they originally stood. There was an even cut with a trace of barely noticeable spiritual aura on the bluestone board on the ground.

She was inwardly shaken. She had been using her divine sense to constantly pay attention to her surroundings, but she only sensed the spiritual light during the split second it emerged. If Qin Xi wasn't by her side, she might've still been able to dodge it, but it would've definitely been a narrow escape. Sure enough, Core Formation cultivators mustn't be looked down on.

After Qin Xi spoke, that cultivator's breath was no longer concealed and could now be sensed by their divine senses. It felt extremely restrained, but it hid a kind of ardor deep within.