The instant Qin Fengming stepped out of the gray, hazy region, his vision blurred. When he steadied himself, he found that he was already standing inside a mountain cave.
The cave had been polished extremely smooth. Quite a number of glowing stones were embedded in its ceiling and stone walls, illuminating the entire cave, which spanned several dozen zhang, with dazzling brightness.
The air in the chamber was fresh. When he inhaled lightly, he even caught a faint fragrance of green grass.
The spiritual energy was denser still, surpassing that of every place he had experienced before.
Near the far end of the cave, a statue with two horns growing from its head sat upright in a broad purple-black wooden chair. In front of the statue stood a square table, upon which two jade slips rested.
Aside from these objects, nothing else was present.
Qin Fengming swept his gaze around, but saw nothing else of use. He therefore stepped forward and came to the square table. As he studied the statue seated in the wooden chair before him, a strange look involuntarily flashed through his eyes.
This statue was undoubtedly the likeness of someone from the Jiao Clan.
Although the statue before him had two small, sharp horns growing from its head, its features clearly revealed that its true form had been that of an exceptionally beautiful female cultivator. Though it was merely a statue, one could still make out the female cultivator's freshness and beauty, as well as her handsome countenance. Her lovely eyes gazed ahead, seeming still full of spirit and constantly blinking.
"Ah, it's not just an illusion. They're really blinking."
As Qin Fengming carefully observed the statue before him, he suddenly discovered that the beautiful female cultivator statue's expression seemed to have come alive. Her lovely