Outside the Puppet Hall, the Ji Household members, the female cultivator surnamed Geng, and the old man stood waiting.
As time slowly passed, all seven of them began to show astonishment on their faces. Even the three black-robed enforcement cultivators from Green Vine City had opened their eyes and turned their gazes toward the towering hall.
By then, nearly the time it took an incense stick to burn had passed since Qin Fengming entered the Puppet Hall.
In other words, if Qin Fengming still did not leave the hall, he would have to face an even greater number of puppets attacking him.
"Uncle, Fellow Daoist Qin has been inside the Puppet Hall for nearly an incense stick's worth of time. Why hasn't there been the slightest sound from within? Could it be... could it be that Fellow Daoist Qin has already perished inside?"
Ji Ruling's voice was gentle. Although she spoke softly to Ji Dongjue, everyone on the silent, empty plaza could still hear her clearly.
"With Fellow Daoist Qin's abilities, even if those eight puppets are powerful, they absolutely couldn't kill him in the time it takes an incense stick to burn. It seems he should still be inside the hall."
Ji Dongjue's expression was gloomy as he stared intently at the Puppet Hall's towering doors and slowly spoke.
At that moment, the members of the Ji Household were each lost in different thoughts. Although Ji Zelang and Ji Zeyu had not cared much whether Qin Fengming lived or died, they had now begun to worry about his safety.
The abilities Qin Fengming had displayed would naturally be of great help to the two of them when entering Black Mist Island. Thus, they did not want Qin Fengming to perish inside the Puppet Hall.
The Geng sisters, however, could