There was a distance of a little over one zhang between the giant stone palm and the mountainside.
If several people went down side by side, it would be cramped. On the mountain wall directly opposite the palm was a shallow indentation, about the size of a human face.
The three, including the young man surnamed Bai, immediately swept it with their Divine Sense. They had already grown somewhat impatient.
After only a moment, everyone except the female cultivator surnamed Yang withdrew their Divine Sense.
Cultivator Yan looked at Song Rongdao with a puzzled expression.
"Brother Song, there are no restriction fluctuations there at all. This is..."
This time, even the young man surnamed Bai looked toward Song Rongdao. His Divine Sense likewise had not discovered any gathering spiritual or demonic qi there. Could it be that the other party had brought them to the wrong place?
Moreover, such an "entrance" would be extremely easy to overlook, hidden within such a "narrow" crevice.
Coupled with the complete absence of restriction fluctuations, if they had not believed that Song Rongdao would not joke about such a matter, they might have felt like directly drawing their blades and chopping him down.
Hearing Cultivator Yan's question, before Song Rongdao could answer, the female cultivator surnamed Yang gave a derisive laugh. Only then did she withdraw her Divine Sense.
"If I am not mistaken, there is a long-lost Concealed Scales, Hidden Splendor Formation here. Fellow Daoist Yan has probably never even heard that name, has he?"
Having an opportunity to belittle him, the female cultivator surnamed Yang naturally showed no mercy.
Cultivator Yan was stunned upon hearing this. He truly had never heard the name of this formation.
Yet how could he be willing to keep looking at her smug face? With a cold