C465 He Met a Martial Cultivator!

Qin Ming emerged from a concealed passageway, taking in the essence of the towering structure before him.

"Nothing beats the open air." He inhaled deeply, a sense of contentment washing over him.

Though he possessed pills that negated the need for breath, Qin Ming was accustomed to the rhythm of breathing; abstaining from it for extended periods left him feeling uneasy