"Senior, I have a treasure belonging to you on me, but I don't know which treasure I possess is connected to you."
Qin Fengming's expression changed. Puzzled, he blurted out another question.
He possessed quite a few secrets himself. Since this person transmitting his voice knew that he had a treasure connected to him, how could Qin Fengming not be greatly shocked?
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long while, he heard no further response.
At this point, Qin Fengming's thoughts stirred slightly. Recalling the transmission just now, although the old man's voice had been much clearer than it was outside, it still carried a trace of weakness.
Could that old man not be here in his true body, but merely a remnant soul? Is the soul power remaining to him no longer enough to sustain the prolonged use of a secret technique?
Qin Fengming was no novice in the Cultivation World. He had experienced countless things; in terms of experience, he was in no way inferior to those Great Cultivators.
The more he considered this judgment, the more certain he became that it was correct.
Once he understood this point, his heart settled further. No matter how powerful that old man's original body had been, in his remnant-soul state, Qin Fengming had plenty of room to play along with him.
At the same time, judging from the old man's words, the other party seemed only to want to see his true strength. If he truly reached the point of being unable to resist and facing death, the other party might even lend him a hand. That was certainly good news for him.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Qin Fengming turned and glanced at the Puppet, a trace of reluctance appearing in his eyes. He genuinely wanted to take it