Seeing the puzzled look on Song Qingming's face, Zheng Zitong and Fu Yungui, who stood nearby, exchanged glances before both turning their gazes toward the surroundings.
The next moment, a Seven-Colored Feather Fan appeared before Fu Yungui.
As soon as the feather fan appeared, it swelled in the wind, instantly expanding more than tenfold in midair. Then, with a flash of spiritual light, a ball of crimson flame appeared above it.
"Go!"
With Fu Yungui's shout, he swung the Seven-Colored Feather Fan fiercely toward the space before them. Over a thousand crimson feathers wreathed in blazing flames immediately flew from the fan, shooting straight ahead.
Before those feathers had flown very far, Fu Yungui shifted his mana again, controlling the Seven-Colored Feather Fan to change direction and release another wave of flaming feathers.
Very quickly, blazing flames filled the skies around the three of them, dyeing the entire heaven a scarlet red.
At the same time, Zheng Zitong took out a silver bronze mirror artifact and began casting a spell, sending silver light sweeping across the surroundings in an attempt to uncover anything unusual.
Yet after the two busied themselves for quite some time, they still found nothing abnormal. Disappointment inevitably showed on their faces.
"Fellow Daoist Song! We have searched several times already and found nothing strange. How did you discover that mysterious restriction before?"
Hearing Zheng Zitong's question, Song Qingming, whose heart was also filled with doubts, could only take out his formation plate once again.
Song Qingming opened the formation plate and took out an ordinary-looking round iron ball. With a calm expression, he explained to them, "The two of you may not know this, but many years ago, I happened to obtain a strange treasure.
"This object is naturally extremely sensitive to nearby restrictions. Any restriction