Wang Jian also took a sip of his tea, savoring the complex flavors before responding. "Sect Master Li surely jests. If yours is a humble sect, then what are we?" he spoke with a warm smile, though his mind was racing.
He thought to himself that this place had undergone quite the transformation since the last time they had visited. When they had flown here using their usual route, they discovered that the entire terrain had changed completely and the sect was nowhere to be seen.
They had wondered if they somehow had the wrong coordinates, spending several hours running around in circles and searching the area before finally being noticed by Elder Huang and escorted inside.
To think that this sect would possess such a sophisticated concealment formation that not even he could detect the slightest trace of its presence. It must have been at least a fourth-grade formation, and an exceptionally well-crafted one at that.
