Leng Qingying flew down and landed beside the corpse coffin. Listening to the constant chewing sounds from within, she looked at Song Wen, who stood atop the coffin, with a complicated expression.
"Thank you, Senior, for avenging my father's murder."
As she spoke, Leng Qingying bent her knees and knelt on the ground.
Song Wen turned a storage ring over in his hand. It had belonged to Yuan Ta.
"My killing Yuan Ta had nothing to do with you. He delivered himself to death's door."
"No matter what, Yuan Ta did die by your hand, Senior. This junior will remember this favor for the rest of her life," Leng Qingying said.
Song Wen said, "There is no need to put on an act before me, pretending to be deeply grateful and determined to repay kindness. So long as you sisters honestly serve me, I will not do anything to you."
At that moment, the chewing sounds within the corpse coffin gradually weakened.
That bloody hand stretched out again and dragged a severely injured Void Refinement cultivator into the corpse coffin.
Then the chewing resumed.
Before long, all nine Void Refinement cultivators had perished in the maw of the blood corpse.
Leng Qingying took out a token, held it with her spiritual power, and slowly sent it floating toward Song Wen.
"Senior, with this token, you may freely enter and leave the Leng Residence's mountain gate."
Song Wen did not refuse and directly accepted the token.
Under Leng Qingying's control, the Leng Residence's defensive formation could withstand several attacks from an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator.
To Song Wen, this formation was still somewhat useful. At the very least, it could shield him from some needless prying eyes and spare him a few trivial troubles.
This was also an important reason