Taking no chances, Qin Fengming stopped several yards away. Two storage rings appeared in his left hand, and as he reached out with his right, the small mountain of artifact-refining materials vanished in an instant.
Naturally, he could not sort them carefully here. He could only put them away first.
He swept his gaze through the cavern. Far inside stood a stone platform, beside which lay a jumble of broken limbs and severed arms.
Looking at the limbs scattered across the ground, Qin Fengming finally understood what this chamber had been used for.
This must have been the chamber the owner of the cave abode had used specifically to refine puppets.
Once puppet limbs had been refined, refining them again or separating their materials would be exceedingly difficult. Even so, Qin Fengming put the broken limbs away. Though they could no longer be used, he could still study them to learn the techniques of the person who had originally refined them.
After scanning the entire cave abode once more and finding nothing else of use, Qin Fengming sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closed his eyes, and rested.
The three small hills rising from the lava lake lay dozens of miles apart. Even if Qin Fengming set out now, he would hardly reach another before the others did. Rather than leave, he might as well wait here for the black-faced old man known as the Insect Demon to arrive.
During the melee involving the five puppets, Qin Fengming had wanted to wound or kill the black-faced old man on the spot. Yet his opponent had withstood his sneak attack at the last possible instant, making Qin Fengming somewhat wary of his strength.
Remaining inside this cavern, Qin Fengming naturally had no need to worry that the black-faced old man might