Standing in the center of the cave, Qin Fengming released his immense divine sense and swept it through the five passageways.
After more than a dozen breaths, a hint of solemnity appeared on his face.
Of the five passageways, one still retained a trace of the demon python's aura. The demon python must have departed through that passageway.
What worried him most now was that the Yin Jing Zhi Lan had already been seized by the demon python.
"Fellow Daoists, since Restrictive Spells exist here, danger may also be present. Therefore, it would be best for us to act together. Even if we encounter danger, with all our strength combined, we can naturally turn misfortune into fortune."
Although, given their abilities, they would have been more than capable of exploring the cave individually, Qin Fengming had considered another matter. The Yin Jing Zhi Lan was far too precious. If the three cultivators from the Ghost Realm developed ulterior motives upon seeing the treasure, they would suffer a loss greater than the gain.
The human heart was the hardest thing to grasp. Qin Fengming had already done everything he could for the others, but when faced with precious spiritual medicine that could greatly advance their cultivation, it was difficult to say whether they might develop some unusual thoughts.
This was not because Qin Fengming was overly suspicious. The Yin Jing Zhi Lan was simply too precious. A thousand-year-old stalk could save a cultivator a hundred years of cultivation. If it reached ten thousand years, or even more than one hundred thousand years, what miraculous effects would it possess? No one could say.
Naturally, no one objected to Qin Fengming's words.
In fact, aside from Kuang Feng and Rong Qing, the other three did not know what treasure Qin Fengming had come