"Where are you taking me?"
Han Su knew the question might be pointless, but he could not help asking anyway.
As expected, the duke ignored him completely. It merely sauntered down the stairs, swaying its rear, then slipped effortlessly through a barely opened hidden door on the first floor and continued downward.
Han Su followed it inside and saw endless intricate talismans and ritual formations all around, layered upon layer, enclosing the basement.
At the very core lay a vast expanse of darkness. The candlelight all around could not illuminate it.
A realization suddenly struck him. "This is inside some kind of seal?"
As he moved through the place, he sensed dense, complicated currents of mental turbulence and distortions of reality. Entering this place was even more difficult than forcibly infiltrating a city.
First, it was hard to detect. His attention should have been affected by countless chaotic, complex illusions. Second, it was extremely easy to trigger an alarm, setting off a chain of complicated changes that would eventually destroy everything.
With his abilities alone, he would have been unable to discover this place, much less infiltrate it successfully.
But now, following behind the black cat, Han Su had entered with astonishing ease, as if it were only natural.
It was like a massive maze—or a heavily guarded bank. Forget a person; not even a mosquito could break in. Yet as long as one followed this cat, making a turn here and a bend there, one would somehow bypass the tight security and iron gates and arrive inside the vault.
It was bizarre, yet perfectly logical. It was as though, wherever it was, such things would happen—and were meant to happen.
"This ability..."
Han Su thought of the duke at the Ancient Castle. What it was doing now was exactly