As Lu Feng listened to Qian Meng's mournful account, he selected the final array disk for the wager.
When Qian Meng saw that he had chosen nothing more than an Entrapment Array that had barely reached the Earth Grade—the Eight Gates Binding Array—she could not help but grow curious about his intentions.
This Eight Gates Binding Array did not fall within the category of arrays founded on Five Elements Qi. In some respects, it was rather similar to the Black Hell Nether Flame Array. Both relied on intricate array foundations and long, repetitive array patterns, building up their trapping force over an extended period of time.
Qian Meng secretly wondered whether Lu Feng possessed a method to enhance even this sort of array disk.
Just as she was about to ask out of curiosity—
A crisp slap suddenly rang out from the third floor of the pavilion.
Lu Feng and the others were startled at once. That sound was far too familiar; it was exactly like when Mu Rong Yu had slapped himself earlier.
The same thought instinctively surfaced in all their minds. Had someone on the third floor been slapped?
Qian Meng's heart tightened. Si Ma Ye's group had only just gone upstairs, and she feared they had caused trouble again and offended the Honored Guests above. She hurried toward the sound.
Lu Feng took the chance to confess his concerns to Tang Yuan. The two followed close behind her.
Yet when they reached the third floor, they found not Si Ma Ye and his group, but Su Qing'er, clutching her face and sobbing.
Wu Ying beside her wore a gloomy expression.
Yue Yan and Li Taiyuan, on the other hand, carried faintly mocking, amused smiles. They stood with all the bearing of superiors, as though watching stray dogs