Fang Qingyuan began to speak slowly.
"This Ghost Cultivator was most likely trapped within this array. The remnants of the old array must still have some effect; otherwise, the black soil alone wouldn't have been enough to hold him. But I have a concern. In all the years this patch of black soil has been here, could it really have trapped only a single Ghost Cultivator?"
Qiqi's heart skipped a beat. Thinking about Fang Qingyuan's words, she realized he had a very good point. The Ghost Cultivator had been trapped here for sixty years at most. But according to Fang Qingyuan's discovery, this array had been active for an unknown number of years. Over such a long time, there was no telling how many other strange beings might have been trapped in this black soil.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
