A hint of wariness flashed through Han Li's eyes as he observed the woman.

Even with his tremendous spiritual sense, he was unable to detect her cultivation base, and he had only ever experienced this with Xiao Jinhan and Baili Yan. Not even Luo Qinghai had been so unfathomable in his eyes.

He observed the woman for a while longer, then closed his eyes to meditate.

The woman was none other than Qu Ling, and there was a small golden pouch hanging from her waist. 

The pouch was glowing with spiritual light, and there were several peculiar patterns on its surface, giving off a burst of law fluctuations.

Right at this moment, the pouch twitched ever so slightly, and Qu Ling's brows furrowed slightly upon seeing this as she brushed a hand over the pouch in a subtle fashion.

A ball of silver light appeared over the palm of her hand before quickly vanishing into the pouch, upon which it fell still again.

All of a sudden, Han Li's eyes sprang open as a hint of shock flashed across his face, and he hurriedly lowered his head to conceal his expression.

Right at this moment,...