"Let's not talk about that yet."
"What exactly did you find?"
Zeng Anmin stared at Wuxin.
Wuxin cast a deep look at the pavilion.
"Just now, this Daoist spread his Primordial Spirit over the entirety of Duke Ning's manor."
"Yet I found nothing at all."
"Just when this Daoist thought there would be no gains, I discovered this place..."
He raised his head and looked toward the pavilion.
His gaze gleamed with certainty.
"Fortunately, I studied formations under my master in the sect."
"The roof of this pavilion... is a Teleportation Array!"
"This formation is exceedingly well hidden. If not for the unparalleled divine sense of our Dao Sect, I fear no one could have discovered it!"
The moment those words fell.
Zeng Anmin's pupils abruptly contracted.
Damn it!
How had he not thought of that?!
There truly was nothing suspicious within Duke Ning's manor.
But what if he had sent the things elsewhere??
He suddenly raised his head to look at the pavilion roof!
Lingbo Pavilion.
Zeng Anmin stared deeply at the place.
"Duke Ning's manor..."
Duke Ning's manor had an extremely long history.
Though Zeng Anmin's knowledge of history was sparse.
He still knew that the first Duke Ning had risen alongside Emperor Renzong.
Later, he had fought across north and south for the Great Sage Dynasty, laying the foundations of Duke Ning's manor.
After that, several successive generations of dukes had been exceptionally capable.
By Li Jian's generation, he had broken through to Third Rank Martial Arts at the age of forty-seven, becoming the Great Sage Dynasty's strongest general.
Zeng Anmin drew a deep breath.
"How is this formation activated?"
When had this pavilion been built?
How many generations of dukes had it passed through?
And who had helped Duke Ning's manor construct it?
Zeng Anmin kept