"Last time, there were nineteen left, but now there's only eight. Is it a bug, or has there been some changes?"
Wei Cheng slowly stared at the unopened wine jars, and the little girl who was dozing off.
Unlike the bright and lively Zeng Shu, her talents clearly lag behind by a lot, and she was obviously in a playful phase.
Wei Cheng didn't disturb her as his out-of-body spirit slowly drifted through the grand hall. Last time, he didn't have time to observe carefully and was sent away by Zeng Shu with a stick of deity incense and a sentence of "Please rest in peace, ancestor."
In fact, he was very curious about the Thousand Mechanism Hall.
After all, it was the third-ranked cultivation sect in Ba State.
The Ninth Great Hall was huge, with an extremely solemn and serious architectural style, housing hidden mechanisms. In Wei Cheng's current strength, he could perceive that there were at least several formations and protection measures concealed here.
