Having figured out the reason, Qin Fengming's expression remained unchanged. With a raise of his hand, he drew the Ghost Lord's corpse before him into the Divine Machine Mansion and handed it over to Rong Qing for disposal.
Then his eyes flashed sharply, and he began weighing the matter in his heart.
He naturally did not care in the slightest whether the members of the Xie family lived or died. If he had been unable to escape the restraints of that formation back then, he might have shown himself in the end and joined forces with the Xie family members to break through it.
But now, his life was no longer in danger. Naturally, he would not take the risk of clashing head-on with two late-stage Great Cultivators of the Ghost Lord realm.
Yet he was unwilling to leave just like that. For Qin Fengming, the battle between more than twenty or thirty powerful Ghost Realm cultivators was also a rare chance to fish in troubled waters.
With his current abilities, ambushing and killing one or two Ghost Lord cultivators amid the melee would not be difficult.
As for the members of the Xie family, he vaguely felt that they absolutely could not be so easily annihilated by that single Yin Sand Array. The composure displayed by the Old Ancestor of the Xie family at the time had left Qin Fengming with an indescribable feeling.
Even the Old Ancestor of the Xie family's plea for the other side to let Elder Li and the other cultivator leave seemed faintly strange.
With a flash of his figure, he returned to the Divine Machine Mansion. By then, Elder Li and Cultivator Yan had already regained consciousness.
That Great Cultivator Meng had merely restrained the magical power within their bodies when he attacked.