The phantom formed from Array Patterns slowly spoke, his voice ethereal and distant, as though it came from somewhere far away, yet also as though it sounded right beside Qin Yan's ear.
"I am Xuantong, Second Elder of Xuantian Valley, an Eleventh-Rank Array Mage. Trial taker, your arrival here proves that your talent has met the requirements to receive my inheritance."
Xuantong's phantom paused, his eyes, constructed from Array Patterns, resting silently on Qin Yan.
"However, I have one condition for granting you my inheritance. Once you are powerful enough in the future, I hope you will restore Xuantian Valley and make our valley's name resound throughout All Heavens."
"Trial taker, you need only answer yes or no. If you answer yes, you will receive my entire Spirit Array inheritance. If you answer no, you will be teleported out of this place and receive the inheritance of a randomly selected elder of our valley."
At that point, Xuantong's phantom in the air fell silent.
He simply floated there quietly, like a sentinel who had waited hundreds of thousands of years, awaiting Qin Yan's reply.
Qin Yan was somewhat speechless.
He had only just arrived and was still a little dazed.
Yet this second elder had launched straight into a torrent of words, leaving him even more bewildered.
However, Qin Yan's mental power had already reached six hundred and eighty hertz, and he quickly sorted out his thoughts.
He swiftly went over the phantom's words in his mind and soon picked out the key information.
He looked up at Xuantong's phantom in the air. After observing him carefully for a moment, he was certain that this phantom was merely a projection.
Moreover, it was a projection without intelligence.
Although its eyes were fixed on Qin Yan, there was not the slightest