Martial Master

Fu Qiankun's tone was filled with emotion, never expecting to see his disciple again in such a scene, how could one not feel a sense of nostalgia.

"Back then, when you were captured by Piao Miao Palace, was it related to this person?" Qin Chen now had doubts about everyone present, as the methods of Piao Miao Palace were too terrifying; one could not tell who among them was a hidden pawn of Piao Miao Palace.

"It should have nothing to do with it!" Fu Qiankun shook his head, but a hint of confusion remained on his face: "However, it's hard to say. After all, the involvement back then was immense, and two hundred years have passed; how is the Bloodline Sacred Land now? I'm completely in the dark."

"In that case, let's observe for now," Qin Chen advised.

"Don't worry, I was just a bit excited momentarily," Fu Qiankun said lightly, his tone returning to calm and indifference. At his level, emotions could often be controlled in an instant, and it was rare for him to truly change his expression.

Next, Qin Chen and Fu Qiankun continued to observe in the shadows, trying to identify the people from Piao Miao Palace. However, what puzzled Qin Chen was that he did not find any trace of Piao Miao Palace's experts here; instead, he saw two individuals who he found somewhat difficult to read.

"Fu Qiankun, look over to the left, beyond a hundred zhang, that person dressed in black; and to the west, two hundred zhang away, that man and woman," Qin Chen said in a low voice.

Fu Qiankun followed Qin Chen's words and his gaze sharpened: "The one on the left is a woman. However, this person is very peculiar, as if shrouded in a layer of hazy true essence. Even I cannot see through it, but she gives me the impression that she seems to be practicing some kind of demonic technique..."

Before Fu Qiankun could finish his sentence, that person suddenly turned her head towards them, her cold, pitch-black eyes resembling two bolts of icy lightning, instantly locking onto the two of them, and an invisible force began to spread.

"She noticed us," Qin Chen exclaimed in shock, gasping for breath as countless illusions suddenly surfaced in front of him, as if a multitude of demonic shadows were flying around, causing waves of dizziness in his mind.

Not good!

Qin Chen quickly steadied his mind, activating the Celestial Soul Forbidden Technique, and his mind instantly cleared, the illusions before him dissipated. When he looked up again, that person had stopped staring at him.

Qin Chen's heart suddenly tightened; how powerful! Just a glance almost made him fall into an illusion. What level of cultivation is this?

"The person just now seemed to be using some kind of demonic technique... When did such an expert appear in the Tianwu Continent?" Fu Qiankun also gasped. He had a feeling that the black-clothed person's cultivation was not much inferior to that of experts like Ji Jing Dan Di.

However, this person was very low-key, hiding among the crowd, unlike Ji Jing Dan Di and others who stood out prominently.

"A master of the demonic path?" Qin Chen muttered. At first, he even thought the other party was an expert from the Demon Tribe. If not for that, how could they almost trap him in an illusion in an instant?

However, after careful consideration, Qin Chen dispelled his doubts. He was all too familiar with the powers of the Demon Tribe; the demonic technique emanating from this black-clothed person was worlds apart from the two, and they were not similar at all.

"Who exactly is this person?"

Qin Chen silently noted the individual in his heart, but what puzzled him was that this person gave him a strangely familiar feeling, as if they had met before. Yet no matter how hard Qin Chen tried to recall, he could not remember knowing such a person.

Qin Chen had to give up, turning his attention to the two people in the west.

"Qin Chen, that woman among the two is a member of the Demon Tribe, and she seems to be an old friend of ours," suddenly, Lao Yuan's voice echoed in Qin Chen's mind.