Seeing Han Xuhan swagger into the fog, Zhao Weiqing's face twisted under the mask. What kind of trap had this boy prepared that was giving him such confidence?
He had to spread his spiritual senses thinner than it was already to detect it. What a waste of his precious time and resources!
Step by step, he approached the area where Han Xuhan had disappeared inside the fog, and his senses were immediately prickled! The trap he was facing was right in front of him, at the edge of the fog!
Just a few meters away from where he stood, there were a bunch of scrap metals and discarded objects, buried under the soil carefully in a distinct arrangement, pulsing with the possibility of channeling qi.
The design was perfect for a trapping mechanism if one was skilled in Mystic Arts like Lawmaking, Arraymaking, or Talisman drawing. Han Xuhan had just become an Alphabet Acolyte a few hours ago. Was he relying on those letters in his foundation tower to carve law fragments?
