Qin Fengming's words abruptly reminded Jiang Miaorou of what Liyang had said earlier.
Liyang had said that the Mahayana-stage body of the Ink Flame Thunder Frog before them belonged to the Mahayana Thunder Frog in He Yang Palace.
The body of a Mahayana Thunder Frog, even if its bones had never developed innate spirit patterns, was enough to delight a Mahayana cultivator and make them loath to part with it. Since He Yang Palace possessed such a body, why would it give it away for nothing?
Did that not mean this young cultivator had entered He Yang Palace while still in the Spirit Severing realm, possibly faced the Mahayana Existence within, and obtained this Ink Flame Thunder Frog from them?
As a Mahayana Existence herself, Jiang Miaorou naturally knew what sort of place He Yang Palace was.
She also knew that He Yang Palace's disappearance probably meant its Mahayana cultivator had concealed it with a technique. In that case, the palace was naturally fraught with danger, and a Mahayana cultivator might even have remained there to guard it.
Yet she simply could not imagine how this young cultivator before her had entered He Yang Palace while in the Spirit Severing realm, emerged unscathed, and even obtained its Mahayana Ink Flame Thunder Frog body.
Jiang Miaorou naturally did not think Qin Fengming was lying, for Liyang had clearly witnessed it at the time.
Looking at the young cultivator before her, who was not particularly handsome but was exceedingly young, Jiang Miaorou suddenly felt a sense of helplessness she had not experienced in countless years.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, it has only been a mere hundred or two hundred years since we parted, has it not? This Liyang remembers that you had only just broken through to the Profound Spirit realm then. To