A chill ran through Yang Jing, and he subconsciously slowed his pace, discreetly sensing their cultivation.
He could feel that the auras of these white-robed disciples were deep and solid. Even the weakest among them had reached the Peak of Transformation.
The auras of a select few were even more ethereal and profound, their power concealed but palpable, as if they were one with the world. They must be experts who had already stepped into the Qi Eating Realm.
He glanced at the green-robed Outer Sect Disciple beside him. The disciple's face was etched with restraint and caution, his gaze darting away, not daring to look too long at the white-robed disciples. A guess immediately formed in Yang Jing's mind.
'These experts I just saw must be Inner Sect Disciples of Lingxi Peak. There's no way an Outer Sect Disciple's cultivation could reach such a level.'
