The Mysterious Formation Art

The moment Ning Wangshu suddenly appeared, the old man was startled. He instinctively grabbed the little girl, who had been walking ahead, then stared at Ning Wangshu warily, his expression unusually grave.

"Your Excellency certainly has some impressive abilities. I didn't sense you at all! I presume you're the person who was secretly spying on us just now by borrowing my granddaughter's Curse Technique?"

"I'm rather curious how you managed to find us so quickly. And you look so young, yet possess such abilities. I'm even more curious who you are!"

The old man spoke in a low voice.

The moment Ning Wangshu appeared out of thin air, the old man had already guessed that he was the person with whom he had just exchanged spells from a distance.

At the old man's words, the little girl was startled too. She immediately stared at Ning Wangshu warily, looking rather indignant on her delicate, porcelain-doll face.

Ning Wangshu smiled faintly as he looked at the grandfather and granddaughter. "There's no need to be nervous, sir. I came here only to take you to meet Uncle Wu and his family so you can settle things between you face-to-face."

After a pause, Ning Wangshu glanced at the little girl and continued, "I heard your conversation just now. Since this young lady is Uncle Wu's daughter, I don't think there's any hatred between you that can't be resolved."

"Besides, I can tell that the Curse Technique she used wasn't lethal, and neither of you seems like an evil person."

The old man was startled. "You heard our conversation just now?"

"And why do you call that man surnamed Wu 'Uncle Wu'? You were able to break my formation art earlier, which means you must be at least a Golden Core Great Grandmaster. That man