He Lingchuan had been to Beijia once and had broadened his horizons considerably. He knew that some monsters looked no different from ordinary people on the outside. However, monsters were monsters. At their root, they were fundamentally different from humans.

What exactly is that black shadow on Qiu Hu?

He Lingchuan had noticed that it was a long, slender strip, snake-like—or rather, rope-like—and that it could switch between corporeal and incorporeal.

It did not resemble a divine technique, nor did it look like some summoned ghostly creature.

Qiu Hu’s cultivation far surpassed his age. Unless he, like He Lingchuan, had encountered all sorts of extraordinary opportunities, the only explanation was exceptional innate talent. Their clash just now had not lasted long, yet He Lingchuan had already tested him enough to know that this man’s level was no lower than Fan Sheng’s!

As for what level...