When Qiao Zirong arrived before the White Pavilion, he found many people gathered there, staring at a ring of light.
The white ring of light looked unremarkable to him, but the people watching it all wore looks of delight.
"Fellow Daoist, what's happening up ahead?"
As luck would have it, the person Qiao Zirong caught hold of was Zhen Yue.
Zhen Yue glanced at his sleeve, which Qiao Zirong had grabbed. A trace of displeasure crossed his face, but he still answered, "A Formation Arts Artist is breaking the arrays inside."
Qiao Zirong's eyes flickered. "The doors will only open once that array is broken?"
Zhen Yue nodded, but did not look at him again.
Suddenly, the white ring of light dimmed a little more.
Zhen Jing smiled. "That young girl certainly has some skill. She's far better than I am."
Zhen Yue glanced at his sister. "As I recall, you didn't break a single array."
Zhen Jing's smile faded slightly. "This Composite Grand Array changes too readily. One wrong step triggers an immediate transformation. I'm indeed still lacking in that respect. But for that little girl inside to accomplish this much, she's clearly more than a fourth-tier Formation Arts Artist."
Zhen Yue gave his sister a surprised look. He had not expected his ever-competitive sister to admit her shortcomings so readily, much less praise a young girl in such an admiring tone.
Zhen Yue chuckled. Was this really his sister, who always insisted on being the best at everything?
Still, considering that the girl had a bone age of only thirty-one and already possessed such ability, she certainly deserved to turn heads.
After hearing Zhen Jing's words, Qiao Zirong formed a vague suspicion. He glanced toward the Azure Tide Sect's group, slightly puzzled. Were these three the people the