Marquis Nanlong stuck the last flag into a corner of the pool and wryly smiled. "How is it? Brother Lu should be almost done, right? With these spell formations completely enveloping this area, we should be able to deal with any problem. Furthermore, there is an 80% to 90% chance that we are wasting our time."
Lu Weiying smiled and indifferently said, "Hehe! I would rather waste some time than have any mishaps occur. If there truly is an ancient cultivator's secret treasure hiding behind this gate, then that would be for the best. If not, then it is better to make some preparations than do nothing. Although I covet treasures, I value my life even more."
Marquis Nanlong shook his head and remained silent.
At that moment, the old man placed down the last formation plate in his hand and activated the restriction. A layer of white light faintly appeared around him.
