Ling Yao was clearly someone deeply obsessed with formations. Before he had said even three sentences, the conversation had already turned to restriction formations, and he had directly tugged Qin Fengming forward. No other cultivator would ever have done such a thing.
What he had done was extremely dangerous. In the Cultivation World, what cultivator would dare casually hand over an arm to someone they had only just met?
Ling Yao's actions were outrageous, while Qin Fengming was forthright, offering not the slightest refusal or resistance.
Only someone equally obsessed with the arts could react that way. Anyone else, even a familiar acquaintance, would have dared no such thing.
After stepping onto the golden road, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a cluster of firefly-like light envelop his body. Without needing to activate any incantation, his figure had already shot rapidly into the distance. It was not until they reached the plaza before a great hall more than a dozen miles away that the golden light sank into the ground, leaving the five of them standing before the hall.
Void Hall. Three gilded characters were embedded above the towering hall's entrance. Their strokes twisted like dragons and snakes, their majesty overwhelming—clearly the work of a renowned master. From those three characters, Qin Fengming sensed a vigorous aura hidden within, as though touching them would unleash a terrifying attack.
The three characters were extraordinary, but Qin Fengming also sensed wisps of restriction aura from the hall itself. The aura was exceedingly faint and concealed with great subtlety; only a formation master with extraordinary sensitivity to formations could have detected it.
Qin Fengming's fingers tapped rapidly inside his sleeves. Along with his right foot, three Spirit Patterns immediately slipped into the ground. Their aura did not show, and no one noticed them.
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