"Junior Brother, you brought that magic treasure from the sect as well..."
At this point in Zhang Ming's conversation with his Senior Sister, the two suddenly switched to voice transmission within their Divine Sense. Wustu, outside the courtyard wall, could no longer hear them.
He could not help but grow anxious. The other side actually possessed a magic treasure capable of dealing with a False Nascent Soul cultivator—this information was far too important.
Although Zhang Ming and the other had little experience, they had suddenly switched to voice transmission the moment the conversation touched upon something important. This showed just how significant their words were.
Wustu felt his Divine Sense immediately cut off by an invisible barrier.
"Dammit!"
A shadow flashed through Wustu's eyes. In the next instant, he appeared atop the courtyard wall. The formations and restrictions on the wall could not hinder him much.
He rapidly formed a hand seal, then jabbed a finger forward. His figure immediately appeared inside the courtyard.
Looking at the house before him, Wustu cautiously extended his Divine Sense and carefully examined the restrictions before him...
Several breaths later, Wustu had already left Li Yan's courtyard. On his way back, he felt somewhat unwilling to accept it.
"The restrictions they set down are extremely sophisticated. Unless I forcibly tear them apart, it will take a long time to break them!"
After trying to crack them for only four or five breaths, he decisively chose to leave. Even if he broke the restrictions, the other side would already have finished saying what they wanted to say.
Inside the room, Li Yan smiled.
"That Wustu came to pry for information. He did not choose to strike in secret, but was my information really so easy to uncover?"
Then he gave Zhao Min, who sat across