The dense forest shrouded by the Formation;
The brief and unintense Duel had ended moments ago.
Wu Wang looked at the artifacts laid out before him, as well as the few lower-tier Storage magic treasures placed to the side, and a gratified smile touched his lips.
This Yang Wudi's mastery in the field of Mechanisms could well earn him the title of master craftsman.
These were, after all, what he relied upon in Duels and confrontations. The 'victim,' Yang Wudi, stood to the side, his face etched with grievance as he watched the Sect Master repeatedly disassemble and reassemble his ancestral Magic treasures. He wanted to remind the Sect Master to handle them with care but was a little too afraid; his delicate heart, like a porcelain jar, trembled incessantly…
"Steward Yang, come and help."
Mao Aowu called out. Yang Wudi reluctantly made his way over, looking back every few steps, to join in interrogating the group of Cultivators.
