Any formation that Ancestor Yuan Qing's Shadow Incarnation had singled out for special mention was naturally no ordinary formation. Delight immediately surged in Qin Fengming's heart. "Master, now that I've become your disciple and studied the texts, isn't there some precious sect treasure you could bestow upon me?"
Qin Fengming smiled faintly, bowed deeply to the Shadow Incarnation, and respectfully asked for his reward.
The Shadow Incarnation was somewhat stunned. When the previous two disciples had taken him as their master, they had behaved impeccably and never made any demands. This disciple did not play by the usual rules. Not only did he directly ask for benefits, but he did so with a perfectly clear conscience, without the slightest embarrassment.
"Benefits? This old man is merely a Shadow Incarnation. What benefits could I possibly have on me? Take a look around this hall and see if there's anything you can take. Whatever catches your eye, you're welcome to carry away. Don't even think about anything else."
Helpless, the Shadow Incarnation could only say this.
Qin Fengming actually did look around the hall. It was empty; apart from three wooden couches before the statue, there was not even a chair. He stepped forward and touched the couches, apparently intent on identifying their material.
The Shadow Incarnation was speechless. He could tell that if these wooden couches caught his disciple's eye, they would certainly be taken away on the spot.
After examining them carefully, however, Qin Fengming shook his head. "The material of these three wooden couches is extraordinary, but they still don't catch this Qin's eye. I'll leave them for you, Master. These three meditation cushions, though, seem to be made of rather unusual material. They haven't decayed through the ages and deserve careful study. I won't stand on ceremony with