"However, the 'illusion array' composed of only a dozen yuan stones has no successor power and will soon collapse on its own... This is how we can get out of the 'illusion array'."

The latter's words were clear and logical.

"What?! He just carved 'inscriptions' on more than a dozen yuan stones in front of us and arranged a 'phantom formation' that can affect us? How long did it take him?"

For a moment, the former three were all shocked.

It is true that they are laymen when it comes to the "Inscription Pattern".

But as the saying goes:

I have never eaten pork, but I have always seen pigs running away!

"Even the second elder may not be able to engrave and arrange the 'inscription array' that can affect us in such a short period of time!"

One of the Zeng family members swallowed hard.

"That young man's attainment in the 'Inscription Pattern' seems to be deeper than that of the Second Elder! Such an 'Inscription Master' must be a friend of the Second Elder."

Soon, several Zeng family members no longer doubted the identity of the young man in purple.

Although, they were still a little surprised.

How could there be such a young ‘Master of Inscriptions’?

"Maybe he is a 'demon'."

After thinking about it again, they felt relieved again.

Duan Lingtian used more than a dozen middle-grade Yuan stones to inscribe and construct a 'phantom array', and after confusing several Zeng family children at the gate of the Zeng family's mansion, he entered the Zeng family's mansion.

Along the way, Duan Lingtian asked the maid and servant he met on the road where the second elder of the Zeng family was.

Although these maids and servants thought Duan Lingtian was a stranger, they saw Duan Lingtian walking in the Zeng family's mansion as if they were in a deserted place, and for a moment they thought Duan Lingtian was a guest of the Zeng family.

Duan Lingtian followed the road and arrived outside the mansion where the second elder of the Zeng family lived. It was a mansion within a mansion. The door was open, and a sloppy old man holding a wine gourd was leaning against the door.

When Duan Lingtian approached, the sloppy old man put down the wine gourd in his hand and locked eyes with Duan Lingtian with a pair of eyes.

"Seventh level of virtual transformation realm?"

Duan Lingtian raised his eyebrows, and with his mental power, he immediately detected the old man's cultivation level.

Duan Lingtian had no dislike for this sloppy old man holding a wine gourd.

He still remembers.

When I first met Zhang Shouyong in the Tianhuang Ancient City, Zhang Shouyong was also so slovenly, and he also had a wine gourd in his hand.

The sloppy old man gave Duan Lingtian a friendly feeling.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Seeing Duan Lingtian arrive at the door of the mansion he was guarding in a blink of an eye, the sloppy old man spoke, his voice was calm, but it contained a chilling meaning.

"I'm looking for Zeng Yu."

Duan Lingtian said calmly.

Zeng Yu!
Chapter completed!