As his Divine Sense cleared, Zhang Qing became extremely cautious. The bewitching arts of the Westerners were truly no joke. Guided by the Black Lotus Daoist, he slowly made his way into a secluded main hall. Inside, the Geng metal energy was even more intense, interspersed with bursts of golden light. Strangely enough, the hall was completely empty.
"No guards? Are they really that confident?" Zhang Qing muttered to himself, controlling his body to drift around the hall. He truly found not a single soul, save for a trace of formation fluctuations beneath a futon in the hall.
"Just how much confidence do they have in their own formations?" Zhang Qing complained inwardly while waving his hand to brush the futon aside. A small compound formation instantly appeared before his eyes. "A breath-concealing formation? A stealth formation? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I knew the West was barren, but I never expected it to be this destitute."
Chapter 192