Qin Fengming sat upright in the Yin Household's council hall, looking over its furnishings. Although more than a thousand years had passed, everything here remained just as it had been, seemingly unchanged—not even the wooden chairs had been replaced.
Those wooden chairs had been carved from a precious kind of timber. Even after a thousand years, they still looked brand-new, without a speck of dust clinging to them.
He searched every part of the Yin Household, even inspecting each of its hidden cave dwellings one by one.
All the rooms and houses were neat and orderly, with every item arranged without the slightest disorder. This was enough to show that the Yin Household had not been breached and forcibly plundered. Everyone had left calmly and unhurriedly, clearly having had ample time to prepare.
Qin Fengming had some answers regarding what upheaval had befallen the Yin Household and caused them to withdraw so calmly.
Qin Fengming slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes flashing. The Yin Household's departure as a whole might not be a bad thing. Qin Daoxi and the others had probably learned of Ancestor Jiao Wei's bounty, then taken everyone away to hide.
If that was all, Qin Fengming naturally had no reason to worry.
Judging from the Yin Household's condition, it truly did not look as though they had been abducted or forced to relocate. Qin Fengming pondered this, and his state of mind gradually steadied. He could be certain of one thing: no bloodshed had occurred when the Yin Household left together. That was excellent news.
Qin Fengming sat cross-legged in the hall and formed hand seals. Spirit Patterns appeared at his fingertips one after another, and a vast surge of soul energy erupted, filling the enormous hall in an instant.
He needed to cast the technique