"Did I make a gain or a loss?"
Yang Zhen muttered to himself: "More than a dozen martial skill cultivation methods, the notes of an Alchemist Refining Grandmaster, an assortment of various resources, six storage rings. These broke fools, as Golden Core Stage practitioners, none of them even have a storage ring."
"It seems like I didn't lose anything. The array was just a restriction, it's not very useful. Although I didn't get a big fish, now I think about it, if the national master of Dajiang Country had really pursued me, the six-star array might not have been able to trap this old fellow."
Yang Zhen couldn't see what the national tutor of Dajiang Country's cultivation was at. The gap between their realms was a bit big, this was rather dangerous.
As for the unstable formation disks on Yang Zhen's body, they were allhaphazardly cobbled together by him."
