In the blink of an eye, Yang Qing and the others had spent three days at the Shen residence.
During those three days, apart from seeing Shen Yun come by their little courtyard each morning, they never saw him at any other time.
"What do you think Shen Yun is up to?"
On the fourth morning, after Shen Yun once again came over, made a circuit of the courtyard, and left, Bu Er and Ouyang Lin watched him go with their arms folded.
Had Yang Qing not kept stopping them from venturing into the rest of the Shen residence, Bu Er and Ouyang Lin would probably have explored it long ago.
Whatever else might be said, Shen Yun had lost an arm to the Rootless Wood. Although he had brought it on himself by trying to seize it, the fact that he really was treating them like guests sent shivers down their spines.
When things strayed from the ordinary, something sinister had to be afoot.
"Remember that Spirit-Gathering Formation?" Yang Qing looked nowhere else, keeping his gaze fixed on Bu Er and Ouyang Lin.
The battle they had fought at Azure Cloud Fortress had been etched too deeply into their bones.
"Of course. How could we forget?"
Even if they forgot that, they still had to remember how Fan Liyou had died.
"There's a trace of a Spirit-Gathering Formation here."
Although Qin Yue had said it was very likely the Li Star Sea, Yang Qing still felt it was more like a Spirit-Gathering Formation.
He simply did not know what this Spirit-Gathering Formation was meant to deal with.
That night, after Yang Qing fell asleep, he felt as though someone had called him awake.
He opened his eyes groggily, only to discover that he was standing somewhere surrounded by an