Mi Lan was momentarily stunned, then flashed over to the stone that Qin Feilong had kicked over.
It was a very ordinary stone, but Mi Lan knew someone must have laid some kind of formation upon it.
Should he return to Beilin City to fetch a Sage Master of Formations, or go straight in himself? Mi Lan hesitated. With his cultivation, the time it took to burn a cup of tea was enough to bring reinforcements from Beilin City, but equally, if luck was against him, that same amount of time would be enough for Qin Feilong to die a few hundred times over.
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