Feng Lin was also uncertain—Chi Jinghong was quite the old woman by now.
Maybe she had even encountered a secret admirer at some point.
But he was a man who sought perfection, and this plan could only be used once.
There could be no accidents.
"Forget it, we'll use the Transfer Formation when the time comes."
Feng Lin's expression was somewhat helpless, as long as he went first, and then transferred Chi Jinghong over, it would be fine.
They quickly crossed the grassland, and once they left the area, the fake people in the formation all disappeared.
Feng Lin looked at the massive red structure before him and quickened his pace.
Up close, the building was made of red stones.
The door was also red, with several rows of golden rivets.
On the wall next to the left side of the door, there was writing with a black brush.
Feng Lin walked over and discovered it was cursive script he couldn't understand.
Lu Buran followed over, staring at the writing and muttering to herself.
