Chapter 112
“The time has come. We can make our move!”
Hearing this, Qi Ping nodded, concealed his aura, and carefully followed Meng Yan’s figure up Tianqing Mountain.
“Although Meng Yan seems to have control of the situation, I still need to be careful!” Qi Ping warned himself inwardly.
If the Qingyuan Sect could use ruins or cave dwellings to set traps, other sects could just as well turn the tables and use the same tactics to counter-kill Qingyuan disciples.
After all, for that pair of sorceresses to be called the Black and White Twins, they must possess extraordinary methods.
Without knowing their style, it wasn’t impossible for them to have set a counter-trap for Meng Yan.
It just showed how dangerous the world of cultivation was. The slightest misstep could lead to death and the dissipation of one’s Dao. This was especially true for impulsive rogue cultivators, who sometimes acted with a simplicity bordering on foolishness.
You might think you are the mantis stalking the cicada, but how can you be sure there isn’t an oriole lurking behind you?
Fortunately, Tianqing Mountain had no shortage of trees, which considerably enhanced the perception of Qi Ping, a jungle Druid.