"Fellow Daoist Qin, how large is the space inside your Xumi Cave Dwelling? You actually collected all the material we cut away."
Mo Qing looked at Qin Fengming and asked, his face full of bewilderment.
Sumeru Spaces that could be refined into portable Xumi Cave Dwellings were generally not very large. Most were only a few li across, and a Xumi Cave Dwelling spanning several dozen li already counted as a fine specimen.
Of course, that did not mean there were no Sumeru Space dwellings spanning hundreds or even thousands of li, but those were already supreme-grade treasures.
Such Xumi Cave Dwellings were generally only obtained by cultivators at the very pinnacle.
Although Qin Fengming was far from weak, he was ultimately only a Profound Spirit cultivator. A Xumi Cave Dwelling capable of storing such an enormous quantity of spore material still left Mo Qing somewhat astonished.
Even the space within his own Xumi Cave Dwelling would be nearly at its limit if it held so many spores. Yet Qin Fengming showed no sign of stopping.
"There is still room in this Qin's Xumi Cave Dwelling. Let us continue." Qin Fengming did not answer directly, merely speaking in a calm tone.
Seeing Qin Fengming remain as unruffled as a light breeze beneath drifting clouds, Mo Qing was left speechless.
This young man seemed increasingly inscrutable to him. Never before had Mo Qing felt so weighed down when facing a Profound Spirit cultivator.
"How much longer must we continue before we can break the illusion here?" Mo Qing composed himself and voiced another question.
Qin Fengming frowned slightly. Mo Qing's question was precisely what was on his own mind.
Jun Yan had only described the demonic mushroom as incomparably enormous, but he could no longer recall exactly how enormous it was.