Word came back to the clan that the two ancestors had both been badly wounded, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Yet Li Ji'an waited three days and still saw no protective grand formation rise.
During that time, he observed carefully several times. Neither Yan Qingwan nor Yan Hongsheng seemed to feel any heartfelt worry or anxiety.
He guessed the Yan family ancestor still had strength to spare.
If the Yan family ancestor had truly been badly wounded, the protective grand formation would have been activated at once. After all, there was no telling whether someone might swoop in and snatch the prize.
How had the eight great families of the wilderness come to power? They were merely the victors left standing after the heroes had fought for supremacy, each unable to swallow the others.
As for deliberately leaving the protective grand formation down as an empty-city stratagem? Impossible!
A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator could probe the place with Spiritual Sense and know at once.
That put Li Ji'an somewhat at ease.
He decided to keep watching.
In any case, now that the ancestors of the two clans had clashed, the conflict had reached a boiling point. There was no telling whether the outskirts of the Yan family's clan lands were under ambush.
He would wait a little longer. If all else failed, he would leave when the two clans fought a major battle at the front.
"Heh. You're distracted, kid. What, worried the Yan family will be wiped out?" Alchemist Mo teased with a laugh.
Li Ji'an gave an awkward smile. "Your eyes miss nothing, sir. Are we going to be in danger?"
Alchemist Mo glanced at him. "Get that worry out of your gut! I'm only a hired alchemist, responsible for refining pills. You're only my alchemy apprentice.