"What?" Qin Feng's expression shifted.
Luan Xiaochuan's face paled. He felt an exceptionally terrifying power suddenly erupt from his Peak Master. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
'The Peak Master's cultivation is this terrifying?'
Luan Xiaochuan was horrified. Fortunately, he had no intention of resisting, and the mental pressure wasn't directed at him.
Trembling, Luan Xiaochuan took a letter from his robes and handed it to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng glanced at the white envelope. With a sweep of his formidable Spiritual Sense, he immediately detected a faint, invisible, and bizarre power on it.
A smile touched Qin Feng's lips. It wasn't poison, but rather some kind of Curse Secret Technique. Once tainted, the target would be locked on, allowing the caster to track them no matter where they fled.
"Child's play!"
