God of Thieves Milton entered the cultivation room and immediately saw the array specially prepared to gather Natural Power for Druids. The corner of his mouth twitched again.
How extravagant. An array designed specifically for Druid cultivation required extremely rare special materials to create, and according to legend, only the Elf royal family possessed one.
Of course, he had no interest in the array. He was merely marveling at Grandmaster Bennett's wealth as his gaze continued sweeping over the other areas.
He did not know that this array for gathering Natural Power had only been prepared by Abel as a prop. Abel had no time to cultivate Natural Power.
The cultivation room was not large. Milton swept his gaze across it but did not discover anything unusual.
This is impossible! he thought. Under normal circumstances, the cultivation room was where Professionals spent the most time, so they would naturally keep some important items there.
Yet aside from the array gathering Natural Power, the cultivation room contained nothing else. It was completely different from what he had expected.
He guessed that there had to be some hidden mechanism or some special secret here.
Thus, he carefully released his mental power. Ever since entering the Golden Castle, he had not projected his mental power at all, relying entirely on his divine abilities. However, if he wanted to search for something hidden and unknown, mental power was the most convenient and efficient method.
As the God of Thieves, he had abundant experience and naturally knew what accidents might occur when mental power was projected outward.
He carefully controlled his mental power, sweeping only through the cultivation room, but discovered nothing.
Just as he expanded the range of his mental power and swept across the walls of the cultivation room, an accident occurred.
His