The medicine furnace shrank until it became a compact furnace just over two feet tall. Its entire body was bluish-black, with faint cyan radiance flickering across it. It looked exceedingly exquisite.
As he toyed with it in his hand, the vast, icy mist the medicine furnace had emitted earlier had vanished, and its terrifying Spirit Pattern aura was no longer apparent. Overall, it felt like nothing more than a medicine furnace.
Yet what this medicine furnace boiled was not medicinal herbs, but pure yin energy.
Without examining the medicine furnace carefully, Qin Fengming directly put it away. He raised his hand, and a strand of energy entered the Old Ancestor's body.
A faint sigh rang out, and the Old Ancestor slowly opened his eyes.
"It seems Fellow Daoist Cheng wasn't injured. Rest for a moment first. Then this humble one would like to learn a few things." Qin Fengming sat upright in a wooden chair and looked at the Old Ancestor as he spoke indifferently.
The Old Ancestor regained consciousness and immediately saw Qin Fengming. He also saw that the medicine furnace before him had vanished, and immediately turned over, wanting to stand. However, upon hearing Qin Fengming's words, he sat cross-legged again.
He understood that this middle-aged cultivator had likely been invited by the sect to resolve this crisis, and that wondrous treasure had certainly been taken away by him as well.
Thoughts raced through the Old Ancestor's mind. He knew clearly that it was already too late to say anything now. Since the other party had arrived here and awakened him, everything was already under the other party's control. Even if he wanted to turn hostile and demand the treasure back, it was likely impossible.
He swiftly used Internal Vision. What made him feel slightly relieved was that