The sun sank toward the west, gilding the White Pavilion in orange. Aside from a few cultivators who remained outside the pavilion, everyone who wanted to enter the formation had already gone in.
Su Jiu spent half a day regulating her breathing. Only after she had drawn all the aura around her back into her body did she slowly open her eyes. Somewhat surprised to find that most of the surrounding cultivators had dispersed, she turned her gaze toward Xia Jue.
Looking at the slightly bewildered Su Jiu, Xia Jue curved his lips faintly. "Some people simply couldn't sit still any longer."
Tong Qi curled his lip. "I'm starting to admire those rogue cultivators who dared to follow them in. They'd rather have riches than their lives, terrified they might miss out."
Su Jiu looked toward the swirling white mist of light before the city gate and immediately understood.
"Can you unravel it?"
Su Jiu nodded. "Yes."
"But there are people inside. I'm afraid I can't go in now."
A dark glint flashed through Tong Qi's eyes as he cast an unfriendly look at the white entrance.
Few people remained nearby, and there was little conversation. Any exchange could easily be overheard, especially since people had already been keeping an eye on the group from the Azure Tide Sect.
Hearing this, Lan Fang Ziyi could not help asking, "You've already worked out all twelve layers of the formation?" His voice was full of disbelief.
Su Jiu did not answer him immediately. Instead, she asked in confusion, "Twelve layers?"
Lan Fang Ziyi paused. "There are twelve hidden formations in the mural. Doesn't that make it a twelve-layer formation?" Besides, Zhen Jing had also said there were twelve layers.
Su Jiu's heart sank. She shook her head. "It's true that twelve formations