"How is that possible? You actually subdued that wisp of strange flame so quickly? Where have you put it? Hand it over at once."
As a mass of pitch-black dark mist within the formation shrouded in white fog contracted, Qin Fengming's figure reappeared before the hundred-plus cultivators present.
Although the formation was enveloped in white fog, everyone present could still clearly perceive every blade of grass and every object within it.
Yet at this moment, apart from one young cultivator, no other energy fluctuations remained. The wisp of deep-blue ice flame, as slender as an earthworm, that the old woman had released into the formation had now vanished without a trace.
Upon suddenly seeing this scene, the old woman's expression changed dramatically. She let out a furious shout that shook the heavens.
She had yet to refine that ice flame. Since she could not control it, she naturally had no idea what state it was in within the formation.
Being unable to control it did not mean the thing was unimportant to her. Strange flames were heavenly treasures that could only be encountered by chance, never sought. If she could find a method to refine it and make it her own spirit flame, its might would be powerful enough to serve as a trump card.
Now that the strange flame had suddenly disappeared, how could the old woman not be shocked and enraged?
"Immortal Fairy, you never said back then that Senior Qin could not destroy it. That strange flame was far too terrifying. Senior Qin had no means of restraining it, so I simply used my methods to destroy it completely. Now you want Senior Qin to hand it over—surely that is asking the impossible."
Standing within the formation and looking at the female cultivator, Qin Fengming spoke with