"My driver accidentally killed his son," Andrew said indifferently.
Chen Wanli shook his head. He knew this wasn't necessarily the whole truth, but since Andrew was determined to hide it, asking further would be futile. Originally, he had only taken on this karma for the sake of the Ten-Thousand-Year Sea Stone; there was no need to dwell on these trivial details. He simply noted the clue about the old beggar.
Chen Wanli couldn't be bothered to say more. He walked to the lawn outside the palace, formed mudras with his hands, and traced patterns in the air. Streaks of gray light condensed, weaving into complex, intricate marks. This array was incredibly sophisticated; even with Chen Wanli’s hands moving incessantly, it took him over ten minutes to finish outlining it.
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