Moving that coffin away at the risk of his life was no difficult task for Qin Fengming. But moving the enormous coffin away without taking any risks was beyond him.
Unless he dismantled the enormous coffin, moving it easily into the Divine Machine Mansion was impossible.
Yet casting a spell would inevitably affect the coffin as a whole. No one could be certain whether it would awaken the cultivator inside.
It might contain nothing more than a remnant soul, or a wisp of a Mahayana cultivator's split soul.
With the Soul Thunder Bead in Qin Fengming's hands, he could still fight the other party for a while. But if a true Profound level existence was hiding inside, he would be utterly doomed.
Everyone understood what Qin Fengming meant. They knew he was thinking of them and did not want them to risk their lives alongside him.
From this matter alone, Hu Fengzheng greatly admired Qin Fengming's conduct.
At the very least, he knew he himself could never be so open and aboveboard.
A month later, Qin Fengming left once. When he returned, Hu Siqi was accompanied by three men and one woman.
Qin Fengming had long known the three male cultivators, but the female cultivator was not Hu Siqing.
This early Spirit Severing stage female cultivator was far more beautiful and much younger than Hu Siqing, the elder from E'shan City. Yet an icy, aloof air that kept people at a thousand-mile distance covered her extraordinarily beautiful face, making her stand out from the crowd.
Qin Fengming had seen many beautiful female cultivators, so this woman's beauty naturally did not shock him.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, you have already met these three Daoists. This one is a junior of my Hu family, named Hu Lanxin. She only advanced to the Spirit