Grand Elder Jing Guang's expression was dark and his thoughts continued to race. Traveling unhindered through the western deserts for hundreds of years required more than just a high battle prowess and a violent temperament. He wasn't someone without a brain; he knew how to weigh what was important against what was not, and this brat had truly hit his weak spot this time.
The formation pivot entrance was only open for around a burn of an incense of time and most of that had already passed by now. If this opportunity was missed, not only would the lives of all the disciples inside be put at risk, but the disciples still outside would also be delayed. He wouldn't be worried if someone else had done something like this since he could have just sent Jing Fu or Yuan Shenglian to go inside and kill them, but this boy just happened to be rather difficult to deal with.
