Yu Chen let out a burst of soft laughter as a few silver rays rushed out from the bottom of his feet, forming a simple teleportation rune on the ground. Wu Qi felt his body lightening up, and in the next moment, Yu Chen had brought him to the center of the square. In front of him, an elderly man with disheveled hair was drawing out a complicated diagram on the floor with a black jade knife. About a hundred white-robed Oracles either stood or floated in mid-air around him, absorbed in the lines that came spilling out from the tip of the knife.
Yu Chen clapped his hands and the elderly man stopped, slowly straightening his back and squinting up.
