The Origin Xia Daoist glanced at Daoist You. He was not one who excelled at direct assault; to deal with someone like Daoist You, who was plainly skilled in defense, by launching a frontal attack would be using his own weakness against the enemy's strength.
Nor could he possibly jump headlong into the trap the other party had laid. They said that resolving Daoist You would let him leave—but what if he could not resolve him? Or what if he did, yet still could not get out?
Thus, he ignored what the old Daoist You had said and retreated a step. His figure shifted from solid to insubstantial, looking as if he were fleeing beyond the array.
The old Daoist You could not help but nod. This man had indeed displayed some skill in slipping all the way here. He had seen that the old Daoist's array could obstruct people, but could not trap them. He could not advance, but he could retreat. With that one withdrawal, he had escaped the grand array. He was presumably planning to seek a route from outside the array.
By rights, it should have been impossible to find one. When the old Daoist had set up the array, he had sealed every path leading to Lin Tingzhi. But for Daoist Qiuquan, that might not necessarily be so. With fundamental Dao methods at hand, the impossible could sometimes be turned into the possible.
He remained extremely cautious, guarding against whatever methods the other party might employ. Yet he did not move, nor did he make any alterations to the array, because he had absolute confidence in the array he had laid down.
This was also where the transformations of his fundamental Dao method lay. He would never waver in this.
Seeing that the old Daoist