Soon, Ning Fan arrived at the location of the back mountain.
He had already used his spiritual power to locate everyone, knowing they were all imprisoned at the back mountain.
Avoiding the patrolling disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, Ning Fan smoothly made his way to the back mountain, and from a distance, he could see the people who were imprisoned together.
"Sect Master!"
"Sect Master, you're here!"
"Sect Master, be careful, there's a formation here!"
Hearing everyone's warnings, Ning Fan concentrated and soon saw a transparent curtain of light not far ahead.
He cautiously approached, placing his palm tentatively on the formation.
Spiritual power surged within him, tentatively charging the formation.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand, "No use, this formation is stronger than I anticipated; I can't break through with my current level of power."