Lower City.
Yaoxiang Pavilion.
At this moment, Liang Sheng was extremely focused, having already surrounded himself with layers of protective arrays, as he wouldn't allow for any accidents to happen here.
Liang Sheng formed hand seals and, while using secret techniques, conjured the materials he had already prepared in mid-air.
These precious materials circled around him, and Liang Sheng would carefully pick them without looking up to add them to the teleportation array.
Liang Sheng's every move was just right, like playing a pleasing musical piece, faintly exuding a unique charm.
However, Liang Sheng paid no mind to this, as to him, all worldly methods amounted to nothing more than mere skills.
Under the Talent of Innocent Foolishness, everything was no more than the result of practice making perfect - not to mention that Liang Sheng had prepared for ninety years.
