Battle King used his Mentality to sweep through every level of the Ten Thousand Sources Hall. Only after confirming that none of the halls inside had been damaged did he relax. He said to Yao Chengjun, "Try it again."
Yao Chengjun did not waste words. He directly shut the gates of the Ten Thousand Sources Hall. "Can you open the halls inside?"
"No. My Mentality is currently only enough to support opening and closing the gates. I can't open the other areas."
"Your cultivation is probably still insufficient. Once you reach Rank Nine and familiarize yourself with it for a while, you should be able to manage it," Battle King analyzed.
"Then why did you close the gates?"
After all, he could not open the halls inside anyway. Closing the gates was useless.
Yao Chengjun turned his gaze toward Fang Ping. In an instant, the eyes of the three Pinnacles and the group of family heads all fell upon him.
Fang Ping nearly cursed aloud. Old Yao had directly dumped the blame onto his head. Although he bore a little responsibility for this, setting the facts aside, were the others really blameless?
Faced with the gazes of the three Pinnacles and numerous family heads, Fang Ping felt somewhat intimidated. With a wave of his hand, he took out a small crystal knife from his Storage Space. Only with this thing in hand did he feel even a little safe.
"We didn't deliberately seal the gates. After we entered, they closed automatically. My guess is that once the owner enters, the Ten Thousand Sources Hall no longer welcomes anyone else—"
Fang Ping said with a smile.
The three Pinnacles and Rank Nine family heads ignored what Fang Ping was saying, staring fixedly at the crystal knife in his hand instead. Zhang